My Lost Past : Part 1

        I saw myself, sleeping under a canopy-like tree, without a care and no one to disturb. The image of it seemed all so clear yet almost real. I tried running towards to reach myself, but as I stepped my right foot onto the soft green grass, the wind blows and somehow keeping me from getting close to myself. I kept running, but it seems useless although it was never too far from where I am standing. I was still seeing myself deeply asleep with my hair keeps waving with the soft breeze. I can almost felt my face getting blown by the breeze itself but all that hits and keeping me from getting closer is this unbreakable strong wind. Suddenly, the wind threw me back and I dropped down hard with my back pressing down the grass. I’m shocked as the grass bounces me up and felts like my bed back at home. Home! How can I forget my home? I look around, and kept finding an endless land of hills with a carpet of green grass covering them. My worries grow tremendously, I can feel a rush of blood inside me.
        My other self who was sleeping finally opens her eyes. I yelled and scream as loud as I could, calling my name, tried to figure out this land of mystery by asking her the questions that have been wildly crossing my mind. She looks around with an unbelievably relaxed emotion on her face. As she tried to stand on her feet, I felt my body getting weaker with my vision is blurring. The last images I can remember is that my other self standing by the tree and begin to walk away and everything is consumed by the darkness as I close my eyes. I heard a yell far away saying, ”Hey! Hey! Hello?! Nira, help! She is regaining her color!” I was struggling, try to open my eye lids, but the harder I tried the heavier it gets. I could feel my mouth being forced to open. I could taste a hint of flavors slipping down my tongue, it’s homemade gravy. The taste of it brings my eyes to open.

        The ceiling and wall hangings, the vase, everything looks very simple. A face looked into my eyes, and I got a little stumbled. I guess it doesn’t show, because his eyes aren’t shaking and very focus at mine. I got nervous at first but something about his eyes brings warmth that feels familiar somehow. The hazelnut color of his eyes that got surrounded by aging lids is very beautiful it almost seems unrealistic. Then a woman showed up brings our stare to an end with her hands holding a mortar full of green substance and a hand-sized masher with leafy greens carried by her lips. It’s brings me some smile because it looked funny in some sort of ways. She mash-in some of her lips-carried leafy greens into the green substance. She rolled-up my T-shirt sleeve and revealed my wounds that I didn’t even know there was. It was very deep and for once in my life I got panicked from seeing my own wounds.

        How can’t I felt such a wound? Was it the cause of my dream? I knew I’m scared, but I can’t help looking towards my wound as a finger run softly through it together with the green substance. It relieved my pain immediately in a split second, and left it with cooling minty feel. I opened my mouth and try to arrange a view words to begin a conversation. As I do so, not a word came out of me, just air of exhale. Both of them looked at me with concern. I raised myself to a sitting position and try to communicate with them, but it seemed effortless. The man stood up and leave me alone with a woman that I assumed name Nira, a middle age woman with a short shinny black hair and a deep gray eyes. She’s not too skinny and her skin tone is light brown. She helped me stood-up in silence and helped me walk to a bedroom.

        When I lie down on the bed she sat by my side and finally started a conversation by asking me some of my basic information. “What is your name?” , she asked. I was frozen for a while and her sentence kept repeating itself on my mind. What’s my name? How could I not remember my own name? Am I in a dream? Is this conversation real? Why can’t I speak?! How could I answer this? Nira began another sentence, ”Oh… I am terribly sorry, I forgot that you are not able to speak. Please, wait for a moment.” Why is she speaking like that? What is she doing? 

          “Are you able to write what is that you would like to say?”, said Nira calmly by handing out sheets of paper and a feather-pen. 
          I nodded and took all of it. 
          I wrote “I can’t remember my name, I don’t know why can’t I speak, and I don’t know how I got here, there are many questions that I’ve been wanted to ask you.”

          She read it and reply immediately,” We found you fainted by the side of a nearby glacier, your skin is in a very pale tone. It was indeed a very cold night although it was always cold here in Clavreos. We carried you inside of our house to save you from being damaged by the outside world. My husband is very good at dealing with this sort of things. I will ask him about your condition soon. Now, What is it that you have been wanted to ask?” She looked into my eyes and somehow it comforts me rather than tense the situation. I wrote,” I’m so sorry to make you worried. I got the feeling that it’s better to ask my questions to your husband after knowing what he can do.” She giggles and so was I. She offered me her home made chamomile tea to help me get some rest and I wrote back in a sheet of paper,” I think I’ve had enough rest. Thank you! Maybe later. ” She replied with a smile and left me alone in the room.

          I got down from the bed and started lurking around in the room and found something that might have something to do with my condition. It got a lock and the sour feeling that I can’t open it has overwhelmed. Honestly my reaction to my sudden condition is not as real as how I feel. The feeling of being afraid that I might have never be able to speak for the rest of my life. The other scarier side effects that might show itself in or on me. That I might never know my identity and never know what I’ve been through or who was the person that means a lot to me, that brings joy and happiness. I might never know who I was and who my family is. And the world will be cruel enough to make me start over, back to the basics that I am supposed to remember only by my childhood memories. Yet those memories have left me alone with this scary dark place with nothing to remember at all. I would do anything I could to bring it all back even if it caused me pain or suffering.

          A knock on the door ended my thoughts and I quickly flew off to bed a view seconds before the door started to crack open. The he was, standing by the opened door looking straight into my eyes. . .

Coming up : My Lost Past : Part 2 

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Bali Norak~

I have to say,  lately I haven’t wrote a story for this blog. In so doing,  I shall repay my absence.

I was 9 years old when I had a trip to Bali. I would probably write a bunch of boringness about my trip. But, since I write short stories. I would like to tell you the first of the stupidest experiences.

We were staying at a hotel in front of Kuta Beach. It was the first morning at Bali. I woke up super early when my parents and my sisters were still asleep. I walked across the street with my unlikely pajamas. (Sleeveless T-Shirt + shorts). It was my first time went to Bali and also my first time went to a beach. I stepped my feet onto the beach sand and I was like,”O MY GOD! My feet are drowning! It feels funny and weird!” and everybody on the beach was looking at me with a face that sort of saying,” What’s that idiot kid doing here? Euh.”

I walked towards the sea water, breath in, and stepped my feet slowly into the water. I open my sandals and hold on to my shorts and upper it (which is unnecessary ‘cause, well, it’s a shorts) I was like,” AHAHAHAHA! The water feels so GOOD and it tickles!!”.  A foreign kid (probably younger than me) looked at me for a moment weirdly after I said that and then walked away liking his Ice bon-bon. Made me think,” I want Ice bon-bon.” and I blew some air out of my nose.

Then I started realizing that someone took a picture of me while I was having the time of my life!  (the time I dipped my foot in the water). I looked around and saw my dad took pictures of me. Mom and my sister were there too. I ran towards them and my Mom said, ”You should’ve told us if you were going elsewhere alone.”. And I said,” Sorry mom, but I can’t hold myself. This Beach Is Awesome! C’mon sis let’s go touch our feet in the water!”

It was my sister’s first time to, so she reacted the same but, more normal than when I reacted. We found dead corals too. I was expecting something like sea star or sea shell maybe even pearl (too good to be true) but instead I found an UGLY tiny stranded fish. I felt bummer  and let the fish back to the saltwater.

(to be continued) Sorry if it’s not as stupid enough for you. Leave a comment will do! ^^

The Pinkie Accident~

HI! It’s me again and I shall write you another story…. Here it goes.

I was just about 6 or maybe 7 years old when ‘the thing’ happened. So, I woke up on Saturday Morning. It was still so early in the morning, no one in the house was awake but me. I found nothing interesting to do and walked around the house like a stupid kid (the fact is: I Am Stupid!). I got bored and I walked towards my parent’s room.

When I step up to the door, my pinkie was on the bottom of the door hinges. Suddenly my dad opened the door and my pinkie got stuck there! I screamed so loud and made everyone in the house awake. When I pulled it out, it started bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and the nail (the horrifying part), well let’s just say it’s not in a good condition (my nail is hanging from its roots, Oh! Gees!).  

I’m frozen while screaming and starring at it! My dad gave it ‘Tieh Ta Yao Gin’ (it’s some kind of very powerful Chinese medicine). And DAMN IT! It HURT so bad!! Aaaaarrrggggghhhh…  it dries fast and made my pinkie turned black and all (the reaction of dried blood and the medicine). I wanted my dad to cover it with bandage, but he refused. He says it’s better to let it be like that and let it breath. And I thought, ”My pinkie don’t have a nose.”. So I have to be careful at touching everything with my left hand.

Weeks gone past and my pinkies got better although its nail haven’t fallen off. I went to school normally and became popular because I have an injured pinkie (One of the odds!). When I got home from school I sat in front of the sofa (instead of sat on it) to watch TV. My baby sitter sat next to me and had her butt on my left hand! I screamed at her,” AAAAA!!! You’re sitting on my hand!!” and she was all like,”Astafirulloh alazim!” and move her butt to get up. My nail finally came off and left my pinkie naked.

Then I became another sensation because of my naked pinkie. But weeks after, my pinkie nail had grown and looks much better than before. That’s all! 

Monday, April 29th 2013 : Water Trouble~

Well, it was a typical evening on Monday when I was just finished downloading an application for my Tab. I was about to take a bath when my dog hopped and turned to me. Some of you may be confused with my unusual dog behavior. But, I know my dog need water. So I fill up his water bowl, wash my hands and finally took a bath.

The water is quite soothing and I got shampoos (contains conditioner and anti dandruff!) all over my hair. When I was about to washed it with water, not even a drop of water came out of it! I wait and wait but HELL it keeps making some kind of bloopy sound! And I was like, “WHAT THE HECK!!” and I yelled out of the bathroom,” ANYBODY THERE?! Is something wrong with the water?! I’m not gonna be ignored in the bathroom all night with my hair full of shampoos!! PEOPLE? ANYBODY? “

Finally, my Mom answered and she said the water has been shut down for a while. She said there’s a tub full of water on the upstairs bathroom. And I say,” WHAT?! Ooow! So now I should go upstairs naked to take a bath?”. “it’s the only way…” then she left to answered the call. Completely felt humiliated by my self-conscious I went upstairs with my hair full of shampoos and body covered with big size towel. Thank God no one’s in the house.

                                         

And so I continued wash my hair, took a bath and swear myself I will never ever no matter what do that again. EVER!!! That’s all~