Words are like chains. It will drag you into despair if you don’t break free.

Words can be venom or elixir. Ingest and digest it, and it may either kill or heal you.
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2016’s Definitions of ‘Stupid’

Definitions of ‘Stupid’

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(Picture isn’t mine.)

Definition of stupid by Merriam-Webster Dictionary

Source: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/stupid

  1. a :  slow of mind :  obtuse
    : given to unintelligent decisions or acts :  acting in an unintelligent or careless manner
    :  lacking intelligence or reason :  brutish

  2. dulled in feeling or sensation :  torpid <stupid from the sedative>

  3. marked by or resulting from unreasoned thinking or acting :  senseless <a stupid decision>

  4. a lacking interest or point <a stupid event>
    :  vexatious, exasperating <the stupid car won’t start>

Definition of stupid by I-don’t-know-who: 5292014015145.jpg

(Stupid) Definition of stupid by me:

  1. lazy, not want to, or not to use brain to think
  2. not having or lacking an (according to most people) obvious knowledge,  such as common sense
  3. having an irrational mind and/or thinking about something irrational, insane, etc. because of whatever happened to the mind

Resolution: Be neutral. Don’t say people are smart or stupid. Don’t think yourself is smart or stupid.

Those words are relative. Too relative, and the latter is too frequently being said in a negative way.

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Old Mirror of Present State

This is a tale of an imaginary kingdom, which reflects my beloved country.

The kingdom wasn’t perfect, but it had many beautiful natures and cultures. But the people were very faithful towards their kingdom, for the first king had established a symbol of the kingdom to strengthen the bonds between each person. This symbol is the main idea of the kingdom, of why it exists.

But things never stay unchanging, no? And not every king is wise.

As the kingdom communicates and do some tradings, people began to learn about other kingdoms outside their living place. Foreigners start to enter the kingdom and spread about their own kingdom’s beauty. And the folks started becoming jealous of and adore the other kingdom.

Meanwhile, because of imbalance in distribution, a certain race dominated the population. Somehow, the other races thinks negatively about his race, mainly because of their attitude, though it was what made the unique.
In the end, even the new king, neither the symbol could hold the random wrath between each person.

They leave. They fight each other. They badmouth their own kingdom, without any intention to make their kingdom better.

Differences of the folks were the cause of why this kingdom were created. Soon, this kingdom will be ruined, for the same cause.

Except if the folks start to think positively, and love their kingdom…

…Maybe things can change for a better future.



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We Will Never, Ever, Can be Together

A Fanfiction by Originica

Genre: (sad) romance
Word Count: 1,025

Summary: Even though they love each other, she just knows that he isn’t for her.

Special thanks to Himeko Sakura and Michiko Yuuta

~Happy Reading~

It’s already past 5, and unusually Katagiri Sakura is still waiting for her driver to pick her up. She begins to regret the fact that she rejected her friend’s offer to ride her home, and she didn’t borrow one of her teacher’s phone to call her parent (since she didn’t remember her driver’s number), because all of the teacher’s gone home already. Because of the school rules, Sakura never brings her phone to school.

Her watch shows 5.30, and she shifted impatiently on her seat. The sky is getting darker, and the wind is quite chilly. It’s going to rain pretty soon, she thought, I really want to go home now.

Footsteps can be heard from the hallway, getting louder on each step. Sakura immediately turned, only to see a particular dark-haired boy strolling to her direction. He’s surprised a bit as he notices her. “Katagiri? It’s rare to see you this late,” he asks.

“It is,” she mumbled doubtfully as she gazes back to the outside. Haruhito sat beside her, and knowing what she needed, took out his phone from his pocket and brought it to her. “Here, call your parents.” She stares at his phone for a while, feeling between annoyance and confusion. “You bring your phone the school?” she asks in a rising tone. “…yes? Is something wrong?”

“Wrong? It’s against the rules.” He sneers at her as she sighed. “I don’t take it out while I’m still in school. Besides, no one cares. And it’s fine if you don’t want to use it,” he held out his phone once again, and after eyed him for a while, she took it and hurriedly typed a number.

“Yes… Father? I’m still in school right now… Oh, it’s my friends. What? Ah, I see. No, it’s fine, really. It’s just…”

Sakura looks up to the sky worriedly.

“Okay, father, I understand. Yes, love you too. See you later.”

She ends the call and handles the phone back to the boy. “Thank you,” she said. He just nodded and put back his phone to his pocket, “So, what happened?”

“Traffic jam. Not going to make it here in another hour. I can wait here, or take the bus.”

“The bus? But you still have to walk a bit far from here. Plus, it’s going to rain very soon.”

“That’s why I have to go. Now.”  With that, Sakura rushes to the school gate, but Haruhito stops her at her tracks. “I’ll walk you home.” he said calmly.

“No need. I’m fine by myself,” she refuses flatly.

“No, it’s raining. I got an umbrella here, and my house is in the same direction as yours.”
Knowing how stubborn Aose Haruhito is, Sakura doesn’t stand any chance to reject his offer.

“Don’t tell me you still have your hopes up for being my lover,” she bitterly said.

“Actually I do,” he thinks for a while, “but I won’t force you to love me back if you don’t want to.”

She sighed mentally in relief.

“Although, can I get your -honest- reason?”

The rain is getting heavier, though just for a bit. She cursed mentally.

You deserve someone far better than me.

“No, not now, but you’ll know pretty soon,” she paused. “Still, we will never be more than just friends.”

Sighing, Haruhito knows that Sakura will keep rejecting him. The way she rejects him even made he wondered if she has any heart.



“I’ve given my answer. I’ll take my leave if you don’t have anything left to say.”

He froze in his place, and snapped back into reality when she turned in her heels.

“W-wait!” He reaches out, “Why are you so sure-“

“Why?” She turned her head to look at him. “You’re loud, annoying, like to tease the others, go against rules and teachers, and your hair is dyed.”


“Then I’ll do anything you want!” he said without thinking. “As long as it’s beyond my capabilities, I’ll do anything!”

She pursed her lips. “Then stay away from my life.”

And she left without another word, leaving him speechless.

They sat in the bus silently. No more words spoken from either one of them.
Until the bus stopped for the 3rd time.

“Here, bring this with you for now.” Haruhito stands as he holds out his umbrella to Sakura.

What? She eyed the umbrella confusedly. “But-“

“My stop is here. It doesn’t seem like you want to walk with me, but I’d still insist you to take the umbrella. Don’t worry, my house isn’t far from here and the rain isn’t that big.”

She stayed silent for a while. “…no.”

“…uh, what?”

“My house isn’t far from the next stop. So if you don’t mind and if you want, you can walk me home.”

He’s a bit taken aback by her seriousness. Smiling, he sits back beside her as Sakura gives back his umbrella.

At least she’s not as rude as she used to be, he thought. He absent-mindedly took out his phone and glanced at the blank screen, then averted his gaze to the girl sitting beside him. Her bangs are covering her eyes, causing him to be unable to guess her mood right now.

The loud speaker snapped both of them back to the reality, and Sakura stands up without a word. “Let’s go,” both of them got out of the bus and walked to Sakura’s home. The rest of the walk was very silent.

Right in front of her house, she turns to him for a while.

“Thank you for today,” she smiles sadly, “and I’m sorry.”

“Who was that, sweetheart? I think I’ve never seen you walking with a boy before.”
Her mother eyed her suspiciously.
“He walked me home, mother.”
She tried to kill her own feelings for him.
“Oh, really? Anyway, you didn’t forget about our appointment with your fiancee, right?”
And she thought she did.
“Yes, mother. And we’re just acquaintance, no need to worry.”
But deep inside, she really wants to cry.
“I see. Good then, you should take a rest now.”
Because she still loves him, to the point she can’t change it anymore.

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Being Independent

My ISTJ personality consists of 80% introvert,  which explains a bit why I don’t like working in groups. It’s not that I don’t like working with people, it’s just that I’m not compatible with most people. I may have a great leadership potential, but that doesn’t mean anything if it isn’t developed, right?

One of the biggest problem in my life is my poor self-esteem, which often leads me to all kinds of trouble. Reviewing my own self isn’t difficult, but being a better person is a different story. People told me to change, but how can I change when I don’t know what to change? I always try not to make any mistake. Still, it’s not rare for things to go awry and I don’t know what I did wrong.

Compared to the others, my abilities besides academics are completely average. I can play music instruments, but no more than that. I’m not an expert at anything besides mathematics and science. Even though I’m good at math, no one even bothers to ask me about lessons they don’t understand. I feel like I’m just being a last choice.

I have difficulty talking with people too. Maybe because I have different interests from them, but I tend to try to keep up the conservation as long as I can. Thus, it has become a habit until now, which I do unconsciously. Another one of my habit is speaking formally, almost to everyone.

My failure of talking with people is  the cause why I’m often seen being alone. I don’t feel lonely, in fact, though I’m happy when people start talking to me, instead that is what I call as being an independent self. I learnt how to stand out, or not to be afraid to do right things. When people get attached to their friends, I can work with many types of people or learn from them. Being independent doesn’t mean being selfish, but being flexible.