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Confession #31

I’ve been working on this story “The Déjà Vu” all this time so I couldn’t make time for my confessions. Today would be my confession day because I have so many. But first. About the story.

I’m writing this story of a girl waking up from coma. She’s lost her memories and cannot recognize any of the people she was once familiar with. She forgets her own name. Typical? Okay, the thing about this story is that the girl gets to choose whether be the new girl she’s waken up to or be the girl from the past. And that’s when the dilemma strikes in and she has a hard time sorting herself out. Then she finds a journal she used to keep and there; all described the past life. She gets to know the girl she’d been. It brings out mysteries in her new life in Seattle.

I obviously characterized a hero in the story. And that’d be Dean Winchester. When you can’t  afford having your dream guy in reality, put him in your novel. You and him be the stars and make them fall in love.  

Confession#32

I don’t know what’s wrong with me these days, I cry on novels and movies and crummy love songs. I’ve never been such sentimental, sad movies could hardly make me cry. But nowadays, I’m crying on movie scenes that aren’t even that emotional.

I cried watching The Diary of a young girl, The boy in stripped pajamas and The book thief-movie. All three are based on Nazi’s torture on Jews . So I think crying on these wasn’t pointless. But the last time I was watching an animated film, it was least emotional or tragic, gosh why did it make me cry? The line from the movie, “If that’s what a dog is, then I’m a dog too!” brought me tears. And I was like, “I’m not gonna cry, not gonna cry over this. No. This is stupid.” Why am I crying over silly stuffs? Weird, right? Maybe my period date is close. (Although I don’t remember these dates)

Yep. Girl problems. That’d be it.

 

Confession #33

Speaking of period, when I was in class 10, my teacher once frowned at me for my frequently absent marks in the class. I didn’t go to school, often I would stay home and pretend sick. So she was about to send me to the principal’s office. I absented again. But Mehnaz one of my friends, she helped me through this. She told her that the reason I was absenting so much is that I had period problems. The next day when I came to school I literally laughed my ass off when I got to know of her lie. Seriously? There were no other disease to fake up rather than this?

So. I had to bluff that I had got “menstruation problems”  to my teacher, the principal too. Isn’t that crazy? 

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