Story of a Blind Date

It was Saturday afternoon and the boutique is quite crowded. Elza talked to some customers and helped them choose the clothes when suddenly,

“Elza, do you have a plan for next week on Saturday evening?” Ryan asked.

“Actually no. Wait, I’m talking to a customer, you mannerless spongehead,” Elza then continued talking to the customer. 

After that, she approached Ryan and asked, “Why did you ask about my plan?”

“First thing first, I don’t think it’s a good manner to call me mannerless spongehead in front of customers. For your question, I’m going to reserve a table for you in the fancy restaurant on Fremont street, I forget the restaurant’s name. Eh, you’re still single right?”

“What the hell Ryan? Are you asking me for a date?” Elza rolled her eyes.

“Of course not me, duh. I’m setting you for a blind date,” Ryan grinned in his usual childish expression.

“Is this part of a mission? Also, Ryan, everytime you make that face, I have bad feeling,” said Elza.

“Relax. You prepare your dress and makeup then have fun,” Ryan said then left.

A week later, Ryan drove the car to take Elza.

“Are you still sure that maroon is the right colour for the dress to wear on first date?”

“Ryan, if he’s going to date me, he’d better get used to my style,” Elza said.

“And you also wear maroon lipstick. Is that necessary?” Ryan asked.

“Yes. Problem?”

The car becomes silent after that.

They arrived at the restaurant then a host greeted them and showed them to the table.

“Rook? Roy?” Elza looked at the man who already sat at the table with a younger guy beside him.

“Oh, hi Rook. I see that my brother Roy took you here earlier.”

“Explain this, Ryan,” Rook glared at Ryan.

“You two enjoy your dinner. Eh, Roy, give your car key to Rook. I’ll drive you home. Don’t get involved in their adult business, kid. Now, do you want to play Mario Kart?” Ryan pulled Roy’s shoulder after Roy gave Rook his car key.

“So, did Ryan…” 

“Yes, that spongehead told me that he set me up for a blind date,” Elza cut Rook’s question.

“And you agreed?”

“You also agreed.”

“Well… Uhm, anyway, you look stunning in that dress,” Rook said. “I still hate you, though,” he added quickly.

“You also look fine in suit and I still hate you,” Elza retorted.

They both ate in silence then Elza noticed that Rook started getting sweaty.

“It’s hot, eh? I’m surprised that you don’t take off your jacket.”

“Ryan says that a gentleman should never take off his jacket. I’m a gentleman so I don’t take off my jacket,” said Rook.

“Correct. Ryan knows such rule but he doesn’t follow it. What a spongehead.”

Rook smiled hearing that. “Do you want to go somewhere else after this?” he asked.

“Yes, please. Take me to game centre. We’ll rock the place with this attire.”

“As you wish,” Rook laughed.

P.S. This is another fanfic of “Children of Altar” (sorry, hahaha…). I struggle with description in this fic. I could imagine their dialogue but I had no idea what to write aside from the dialogue. If you can give me advice then please kindly comment. Thank you.

Also, that part where Rook didn’t take off his jacket was inspired by a video of Patrick Stump getting advice from older gentleman.

I never go to formal dinner at fancy restaurant so if I make mistake in this story, please tell me. I did my research but I could still make mistake.

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Dig the Ground, Satan

“By the way, I bought you a book today,” Ryan handed Roy the book.

“Thank you, but A Clash of Kings? Why, Ryan? I haven’t even read A Game of Thrones,” said Roy.
 
Ryan answered, “Actually, I bought you A Game of Thrones long time ago. I buried it in our backyard.”
 
“You what?”
 
“I put the book in a wooden box and bury it in our backyard. We have shovel or hoe there, take it. Consider it a game of treasure hunting.”
 
“What the hell, Ryan? What mistake did I make to have a brother like you?” Roy groaned in disbelief.
 
“Just dig the ground, satan. Also please appreciate my effort to make the present more interesting.”
 
Note: this story is continuation of my post, “Sunday Morning, 11 a.m.” Well yeah, Ryan is so extra.

Sunday Morning, 11 a.m

The prompt today is “jangle“. I didn’t know the meaning so I looked up Oxford dictionary online. They also give sentence example, “Ryan stood on the terrace jangling his keys.” So I think I would just continue that sentence.

Ryan stood on the terrace jangling his keys. He was just home after wandering around the bookstore to find a book for his little brother, Roy. Talking about Roy, Ryan saw his brother’s motorcycle was still parked and the doors and windows were all still closed. “That satan hasn’t woken up yet,” Ryan thought to himself.

He came into the house and shout, “Roy, wake up! It’s 11 already,” then heard the answer, “It’s Sunday!”

“By the way, I got a missed call from Don. What’s up? Do you two have problem?” Ryan asked.

“Why would Don call you?” Roy responded while gaining his consciousness.

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The characters Roy and Don are taken from the ongoing series on Wattpad, Children of Altar. It’s written by my friend. Check that out and give feedback.

Also, I don’t really know about sibling relationship and in real life I don’t know any of my friends’ siblings personally so I have no idea how to continue my story above. What would make someone call their friend’s brother? What can make you trust your friend so you give them your brother’s contact number?

By the way, did I just make a fanfic with original character? Hahaha…

Denial of a Harry Potter Fan

Let’s talk about denial. It’s one example of primitive defense mechanisms. It means refusal to accept reality or fact.
 
As a Harry Potter fan, I deny the fact that Cursed Child exists. Okay, the story has been released quite a while ago and I’m a bit late to write it in my blog. However, it’s my blog so I can write whatever I want here. 
 
I myself haven’t read the book or watched the play but the internet is dark and full of spoiler (mimicking Melisandre) so I read the spoiler and curse the plot because it doesn’t make sense. To be honest, it feels like fanfiction to me. 
 
I don’t want to spoil a lot here but let me mention things that bother me. First of all, Voldemort. Never have I ever thought that Voldemort was capable of doing that.
 
Second: Cedric. He was a kind person and what he does in Cursed Child is out of character. A kind Hufflepuff won’t do that. 
 
Third is Harry Potter. Really, what he said to Albus is unacceptable. Oh well, parents make mistake but again, that’s out of character, especially when this character is Harry Potter.
 
Enough of my ramble. I’m out. See you in my next post.

Mess

She’s home again. Sitting in her room, infinite sadness in her eyes. “That home is a mess. Why don’t you just leave?” people would tell her. “This is the mess I’m comfortable with,” she wants to say.

Not Allowed

“May I take care of your scar?”

“No. Every scar has story and I haven’t allowed you to enter my story. Beside, it’s scar, not wound. I can deal with it.”
 
“Will you ever allow me? I just want to help.”
 
“I don’t know.”

Out of Place

They stood in the corner. She wrote in her small notebook, he drew sketches. Both seemed out of place in the masquerade ball.

“Oh, you draw the lady with purple dress over there? Her hair is wavy. You draw her wrong,” she said to him.

He retort, “Would you please shut up and go back to your writing? What do you write anyway?” Then he took her notebook and read while mimicking her voice, “A newlywed man play single on the dance floor.”

Even when his face was covered with a mask, she could tell he was surprised. “What?” She asked.

“What was that supposed to mean? Play single? How did you even know that he’s newlywed?”

“I just know,” she replied. “Hey, would you like to dance? After that you can approach that lady in purple dress.”

“I can’t dance and I don’t want to approach that lady.”

“Put your paper and pencil in your pocket. I’ll teach you how to dance and talk to a lady,” she said while grabbing his right wrist.

“I talk to you all the time.”

“All right, correction then. I’ll teach you how to dance and talk to a lady other than me.”

P.S. I’ve never gone to a ball or masquerade so if this story sounds unlikely, please tell me. 

 

Sansa Stark and Girl’s Struggle

Game of Thrones season 6 is going to air soon. I’m a Game of Thrones completely internet fan. It means that I don’t watch the entire show and I don’t read the entire books either. I get information here and there from the internet and I can still call myself a fan, can’t I?

I’m curious about Sansa’s fate in season 6. Rumour says she will do good. I hope so because Sansa is my favourite character.

Why is Sansa my favourite character? Because, in my opinon, Sansa Stark is relatable. I guess every girl or woman, at some points in their life can relate to Sansa. There must be one time when a girl wants to speak up or put up a fight but hold herself because she remembers that “a lady’s armor is courtesy” so she put her armor of courtesy to protect herself, to keep herself alive. If you consider that a weakness, then you don’t understand. Some girls don’t have many choices and all they want is to be alive and safe, and safe can be defined in various ways.

I also adore Arya. Many times I want to fight like Arya but I remember that I don’t live in Westeros and I can’t stab people as I want. I don’t even know how to handle a sword. I think Sansa also wants to fight like Arya sometimes but she is aware that she can’t do that. 

After all, those Stark sisters show and remind me the struggle of being a girl.