My Name is Khan

Standing all alone, against all the odds, staring at the emptiness of our sight, pierced from any ways. That was the best words to describe the condition of being a ‘Khan’ through his childhood.

Saturday morning, I woke up at 7 a.m. and I had my private mandarin course at home. Well, I was actually a little bit lazy to attend it, but what can be done, my parents were home. Then, after one and a half hour, beginning from 7.30 a.m, I finished the course. Suddenly, I felt that by body had no strength to hold itself, and I fell onto my bed – I was sleepy. The clock kept ticking for nine-thousand times – two hours thirty minutes, and I was sleeping with no conciousness. Afterwards, I was woken up with an excessive shock! The time showed 11.30 a.m.

The night before, I was having a conversation with Elva, using Yahoo Messenger.

“Elva, are you busy tomorrow afternoon, eh?”

“Nope. Why?” She replied.

I explained my scheme for the day after. We agreed that we were going to watch Hachiko at 12.15 p.m, in term that her girl friends came with us.

Then, I got off my bed in rush, and called my mother; yes, I hadn’t asked for permission that day. Luckily, my mother agreed, though we were having some discussion for a while.

At 11.45, I rushed to the bathroom and did a quite express bath. Later, Elva texted me and said that her friends had canceled their reunion, and I was a little bit confused, because Elva might not come that day, and I should be alone at Puri. Sooner, Vinsen told me via text message that he was coming to Puri, as well, with Ferio and Kevin. I was really glad to hear that! I was survived.

And then, at a quarter to one, Elva texted my again and said that Ardine, Wienny and someone else would also come to Puri, and Elva eventually came to Puri as well.

Long story short, we watched Hachiko together at 2.55 p.m. and right after the movie ended, Elva went home with her sister, while me, Ferio and Kevin were looking forward to watch another movie, “My Name is Khan”.

-to be continued tomorrow (I’m tired)-

Short Sayings

With my conscientiousness, I wanna sing and run on the rain.. I wanna swing freely.. I wanna tumble with no edges..

I wanna make strings of words and contrive sentences.. I wanna create a reincarnation of words that sends forth a muster of sheen imagination that conveys divine implicit message which muffles all the bitterness..