Strange Imaginations

Uhhhh. I just got up from my long nap, probably from 6 in the evening until 9. Three hours in a row, and now I am about to learn social studies (I mean, PKn or Civics) hahahah. But as always I'm too lazy to start. Doesn't matter, got pretty much energy to learn until late. Yay.

C'est glauque? What does it mean in English? It's a French expression which has similar meaning with gloomy or awful. I found it from Nodame Cantabile, when Tatiana Vishinova said it to Yasunori Kuroki-san.

That's what I could explain... you know how it feels when you found yourself thinking too much about someone who actually does not deserve it? Not that they're a bad person, nope. But somehow you start to care about them. Literally miss them. Weirdly waiting for them to come. Secretly hoping that they would look to you and smile in the hallway. When ironically, you can't tell whether they do care about you or not, but their eyesight to you tells you so. They do care. So do you. But the fact they do care even more about another person which is, in fact, your own close friend. Prettier one. I'm nothing compared with this person... no. Because you love her. You do really love her. And that is your fixed statement. Or was?

Ignorant, but care. Talking too much, but listen. Insane, but patient. Coward, but strong. Mad, but cheerful. Rebel. Weird. Messy. Spiteful. What else could I say?

No, no. I should expect nothing. This is silly. This is even impossible. As you've always said. Have you?

Chiaki-sama, is Chiaki. This is just a little part of my whole, complicated imaginations.

I keep editing this post from 28 January 2013 until today; 14 May 2013. It's been four months...

And it is still, the same person...

It's you, it's always been you.