#I was engulfed in fire for the first half of the duration of writing this lmao

[eldritchships]

34 with Shockwave? 👀

34. Washing each other's body

Word count: 1876

This took much longer than intended, both because the prompt made me blush and I accidentally went way over my intended word count 😅 (Oh also, in case anyone's worried, nothing overly spicy happens)

Cold air whipped around the Nemesis's landing deck, meeting the pleasant warmth of the sun, and stopping what would otherwise be a hot day from being too overwhelming.

Flatline pulled Shockwave further out of the shade of the landing decks' runway interior. An equally blinding smile spread across his faceplates, watching small clouds of dust fall from the both of them with every step they took.

"Rubble doesn't suit you, my love." Flatline chuckled. Shockwave slipped his digits from Flatline's, slowing to a stop. Flatline lowered an oversized container to the floor by his pedes; it was filled with water and suds, and a clean rag hung on its brim. Shockwave's optic flickered, glancing towards Flatline.

"Or you." He paused, assessing himself. "My mechanical systems remain functional, the exterior uncleanliness is only a minor inconvenience." Flatline took the rag from the container.

"A good clean improves both internal systems and personal morale." He echoed Shockwave's matter-of-factual tone with a tilt of his helm, wiping at Shockwave's forearm. Shockwave shifted his arm to present it at a better angle.

"A logical response." He replied. Flatline smiled. He worked his way up Shockwave's forearm, washing away the thick red dirt until Shockwave's paint showed through clearly again, restored to its usual dark purple. Shockwave held his arm loosely, allowing Flatline to gently rotate it one way or another as needed.

The mission they had been sent on together had gone awry, particularly due to Autobot interference. They had managed to retreat, but not without navigating their way out of a collapsing cave system first. Fortunately, Flatline had checked the both of them over once they'd gotten back to the ship, and given the all-clear apart from some surface level wounds.

"You missed a spot." Shockwave's helm moved, directed to the spot he was indicating.

"Well stop moving your digits around." Flatline laughed, optics still down and focused on the servo he was holding and finishing up on. Shockwave's digits twitched, but he held them still. Flatline pulled back, and dropped the rag onto the edge of the container. He used his grip on Shockwave's wrist to pull it close enough to press a kiss to the Shockwave’’s knuckle-joints. Shockwave pushed his servo in a little further, brushing the back of his curled digits against Flatline's cheek. The singular optic was gazing into Flatline again, maybe analysing the dirt still covering his metal, or maybe just watching the glimmer in Flatline's optics.

Shockwave used his thumb to clean a smear from Flatline's faceplate before removing his servo. Flatline patted Shockwave's arm before looking the larger bot over. He tilted his helm back, lips pressed in a contemplative hum.

"You might have to help me." Flatline told him, gesturing downwards. Shockwave looked down at Flatline, the height difference all the more evident between them. He took a step back, and slowly lowered down, cautious of his own weight as he got down on his knees.

"Is this low enough for you?" Shockwave asked. He leaned forward, helm closer to Flatline's faceplate. Flatline smiled and took Shockwave’s helm in his servos. He was still maybe a head shorter, but at least he had easy access to Shockwave's helm now.

"Perfect." Flatline replied. He began picking chunks of rock from Shockwave's neck cabling, tossing them aside. Shockwave's optic flickered again, becoming darker, almost as if he were shutting it as Flatline gently raked through his outer circuitry. The metal beneath their pedes tinned with a dozen falling stones, a tiny symphony that tittered out with the final pebbles. Shockwave's helm was becoming hot underneath the sun when Flatline tilted it up again. Shockwave brightened his optic and twisted to retrieve the rag from the container, his cannon rising to be a stabilising support on Flatline's leg. A single clean, surgical swipe removed the dirt from Flatline's chest screen, the slightly elevated pulse displaying clearly. Shockwave showed the same treatment to Flatline's shoulders, his arms, light dabs that neither took too long nor hurried. Flatline's shoulders hiked but he otherwise stayed still, the helicopter blades on his back twitching underneath Shockwave's attention.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Shockwave noted. Flatline's smile was perpetually etched into his lips, trying not to wiggle as Shockwave got a rather difficult stain out of the seams between his stomach panels.

"How could I not? It's a gorgeous day, and we're out here spraying each other with water. I almost feel newly-forged.”

Shockwave hummed thoughtfully, the sound barely a grumble in his vocaliser. He examined the area he had been cleaning, making sure it was satisfactory. Once accepted, he handed the rag into Flatline’s open servo. Flatline crouched to dunk it into the sudsy water, feeling the wind chill against the cleaned parts of his body. He stood up, raising the rag to Shockwave’s chest plate. He took a step forward, and then faltered. His gaze flicked quickly to Shockwave’s chest, his face, and back again. Flatline pulled his arms back and released another chuckle, this one more uncertain, as warmth flooded his faceplate. The charm of the moment was still there, but he seemed to have realised the close proximity of what they were doing, and was getting flustered because of it. Shockwave's helm fins dipped, fixing his round optic on the other bot. He was quiet for a moment, watching Flatline's movements, the shift in his weight.

"Are you embarrassed, Doctor?" He questioned. Flatline's smile strengthened despite himself.

"Of you? Never." He shuffled an inch closer, and gave Shockwave a sideways glance. "Um. May I?" Shockwave nodded, and Flatline moved forward, getting close enough to continue scrubbing away dust and clumps of mud from Shockwave's body. The windows were brought to a gleam, Flatline's empty servo pressing to the side of Shockwave's chest while the other lovingly attended to the opposite side. Flatline's chest-screen picked up, fans whirring to try and dispel the heat in his systems, despite the grin creeping across his features as he wiped Shockwave clean. Shockwave's servo rested on Flatline's waist, purposeless but steady. Flatline's optics affixed on the spot he was working on, dragging down the curve of Shockwave's midsection. Putting a bit more pressure on the rag, he flicked out clumps of clay that had gotten caught. His servos slowed and lingered there, the tips of his digits following the seams between the metal plating, trailing down their expanse.

"Flatline..." Shockwave said; His servo squeezed Flatline’s waist to bring back the smaller bot’s attention, a warning rising in his tone. Flatline startled and quickly pulled his servos away.

"Right." He said quietly, the word apologetic but light.

Shockwave watched Flatline move on to other parts, and his hold relaxed again. More of his colour was beginning to show, greys and purple all but polished to a shine under Flatline’s eager attention. The two bots passed the rag back and forth between them, taking turns to wipe each other down. Flatline pretended to swoon when Shockwave took his servos in his own to scrub down Flatline’s arms, only to insist upon cleaning Shockwave’s cannon when the larger bot attempted to do it himself.

Flatline stepped closer, his pedes almost brushing Shockwave’s kneecaps. His brow was furrowed, taking care as he manoeuvred around the delicate (and potentially lethal) barrel of the cannon, propping it against his own stomach for support. The unconventional shape posed a challenge, but he was able to clear the dust away. Eventually, Flatline’s movements slowed, and he raised his gaze to Shockwave. He stared silently, causing Shockwave to pull his helm back a degree. Flatline gently lowered the cannon, and he reached up, taking Shockwave’s helm back into his servos. He felt Shockwave tense in anticipation, trying to discern his intention, but Flatline’s expression softened, all at once overwhelming the jovial atmosphere.

"My darling.” Flatline’s thumb brushed the purple metal underneath it, his optics meeting Shockwave’s single one and keeping it. “You are the most beautiful creature in this or any other solar system."

Shockwave paused, merely watching Flatline for a long moment.

"Illogical. Aesthetic beauty is entirely subjective." He finally replied. Flatline sighed a smile.

"I know it in my spark." Flatline tilted Shockwave's helm up to press a kiss underneath where his chin would be. He planted another, and another, each one less tender but pressing more firmly with enthusiasm than the one before. Shockwave’s newly-cleaned cannon rested against Flatline’s calf, a light pressure that disturbed the last spots of mud there as he tried to limit the assault on his helm. Flatline pulled back enough to look at Shockwave again. Flatline beamed, the sunlight bouncing off of the blue crest that framed his optics. Shockwave’s helm tilted to the side, and he shifted, his one servo moving up and up. Flatline tilted his chin up, expecting to give another kiss. Shockwave leant forward…

Cold water doused Flatline like a flash flood. He stumbled back, sputtering and spitting water out of his intake.

"Hey!" He accused, staring at Shockwave. He still had the now wrung-out cloth in his servo.

"You hadn't finished your own form yet." Shockwave replied. Flatline's optics narrowed; with Shockwave's monotone, it was hard to tell whether he was being genuine or making an excuse.

Flatline swiped the cloth from Shockwave, dunked it in the container, and thoroughly soaked it in water. He splashed Shockwave with it. Shockwave jerked back, rising to his pedes as he wiped bubbles from his optic. He flicked them at Flatline, who hopped back with an outcry.

“You spend stellar-cycles handling dangerous chemicals, but cannot tolerate a little water?” Shockwave questioned. Flatline laughed, amused and outraged, and hurried forward to the still half-full container. Shockwave slid back a step, then another, as Flatline lifted the container. With a heave, Flatline threw the remaining water all over Shockwave. He moved back a little with the wet slap of a large amount of water hitting his plating. Flatline laughed again, this time much more cheerful as he watched Shockwave shake off. The floor around them had become a slurry of water and dirt, the ratio too one-sided to become mud, but enough to cause a slipping hazard.

“That was a frivolous amount of waste.” Shockwave remarked, rolling suds out of his cannon. Flatline placed a servo on his hip.

“You’re clean now, aren’t you?” He retorted. Shockwave looked himself over, and Flatline could see him thinking it over through the twitches in his helm fins. Before he could respond, Flatline dropped the container and closed the distance, grabbing Shockwave’s servo. He tugged Shockwave with him towards the edge of the landing deck. “Come on. Let’s dry off.” Shockwave’s helm tilted again, somehow scolding despite the lack of facial features, but unlike normal the silent reprimand didn’t have as much bite behind it. He followed Flatline’s pulling further away from the interior hanger. They both knew they had already been in the sun, enough to adequately dry off. But when Flatline sat down, a bit back from the edge, Shockwave only paused for a minute before sitting down himself. The view was better enjoyed from this angle, with much more visible to their optics. Excess water falling from their plating, Flatline intertwined his digits with Shockwave’s, and settled with them there.

[splendidlyimperfect]

my husband is a dork

so sometimes i’ll leave my laptop open when i’m writing and go off to clean, and when i’ve come back, my husband has added his own take on the story which is usually ridiculous. he’s actually written a couple of fairy tail stories - the bold adventures of the dread pirate natsu dragneel is a series of gifts for me. he’s quite a talented writer despite being a very silly person 😂

anyway, i was working on something this morning and came back to this snippet on my laptop that you can now all enjoy:

Suddenly, there was a flash out the window that illuminated the entire room. Both Gray and Natsu turned, eyes wide, before looking back to each other in confusion. Gray rose first, but before he could advance toward the window, an ear-piercing scream shattered the silence of the apartment. Not a human scream, but instead like the screeching tone of a dive bomber. Natsu clasped his ears, his ear drums feeling like they were about to burst. Gray hurried towards the window, only to find himself hurled back in a cloud of smoke and debris engulfed the view. He threw his arms in front of himself in a defensive posture before slamming against the far wall of the living room. He came to rest on one knee.

Now it was Natsu’s turn. He ran to the window—a gaping hole where there was once a pleasant pane of glass—and took stock of the scene. The entire street was aflame in a long, perfectly straight line. He looked left, and the swath of destruction extended beyond the horizon. He looked right, and it went further than his eyes could see. “…nani?!”

The sound of roaring flames and the smell of melting asphalt permeated the room. “Gray, are you all right?” Natsu turned quickly to look towards his paramour.

Gray stood up and casually dusted himself off. “Pah. It’ll take more than that to take the wind out of me,” he said, smiling. “Now what the fuck is happening out there?”

“I’m not sure, but it looks like Magnolia was cut in half. Check out this crazy line.”

Gray peered out of the hole in the wall and surveyed the scene. “Huh. That’s wei—”

Gray and Natsu turned to look at each other as a booming voice began to echo in their heads.

“Citizens of Magnolia! It is I, the dread wyrm Acnologia! I have grown tired of the impudence of Man. Up until now, I have tried to exterminate mankind as a way to sate my eternal suffering, but I have pivoted to a more practical approach. Rather than spend a hundred years chasing down every last human, I have decided to cut the Earth in two. You can have the southern half, and I’ll have the northern half. Everyone on the northern half, please move over to the southern half as soon as you’re able. Please allow parents with children and the disabled to go first.”

Gray and Natsu had locked eyes for the duration of the audible intrusion, but now their eyes went wide. Gray spoke first: “That maniacal son of a bitch – it’s PEOPLE with DISABILITIES!! Saying “the disabled” reduces them to be defined by their condition!”

Natsu nodded quickly. “And did you hear that part where he said “the impudence of man”? It’s the impudence of PEOPLE, you fucking overgrown lizard!”

“Okay,” Gray said. “Let’s think about this. Which side of the planet do we live on, compared to this line that he just carved through the middle of it?”

“Let me think,” Natsu replied, rubbing his chin. “I’m pretty sure this window faced north, so I guess we’re on the side that Acnologia chose.”

Gray looked down at his feet and grinned. “He’s going to wish he chose otherwise.” A very menacing blade of ice started to coalesce at his elbow.

Natsu slammed his fists together, flames erupting around both hands. “I’m all fired up!”

[ontowanderlust]

Two Truths and a Lie

Note: I’m going to deviate from the OUAT fandom for a while (and also to Peter Pan) because I feel like I should write something that will satisfy me. (Not that Peter Pan doesn’t satisfy me but-oh wait…. I mean writing fanfictions about Peter Pan satisfy- you know what? Interpret it in any way you like.)

Rest assured, I’ll still update the Jealousy Series (I am actually having second thoughts with that one if I should continue it or not… should I?) but maybe on a slower update basis?

Anyway, this one sprout out from my daydreams. (I have read Supernatural School by @caffeinewitchcraft. That fic is really awesome that I had imagined that it was a Netflix series.) And of course, the actors and actresses mentioned are my dream cast for such. (Names and species are not included in Supernatural School. This is just a fanfic of a fanfic…)

For the sake of the story, please refer to this guide:

Alyurae Treelight (Fairy)- played by Elle Fanning

Zytris (Naiad)- played by Troye Sivan

Raydan Osfin (Half-Elf)- played by Jordan Fisher

Sapphira Claire (Vampire)- played by Lucy Hale

Aster Sanders (Guardian)- played by Robbie Kay

Iden Turner (Shapeshifter)- played by Ian Nelson

Lillith Sanguine (Death/Reaper)- played by you

Prompt: “You’re wrong; ‘I’ll never fall in love,’ that’s the lie.”

“Let’s play a game,” Alyurae Treelight excitedly told your circle of friends, earning groans and protest from your left and right. 

You all had decided to sneak out of your dorms and have an impromptu camping adventure with the venue being the school’s beach. 

“No offense to you, Aly,” Zytris started, drawing your attention to him. “But the last time you asked us to play a game, we all ended up in the southern lake where Ray and Saph almost drowned.” he said, referring to the half-elf, and the vampire who had all but glared at Aly, clearly remembering the incident. 

Alyurae pouted as she turned to the group’s guardian, Aster who is not immuned from her fairy charms and abilities, giving her the advantage of getting whatever she wanted from him. 

Aster cleared his throat as he shifted his eyes towards you, who is watching the whole ordeal unfold with amusement on your eyes. 

It’s been months now since you were accepted in this school and it’s been months since this group of odd balls had found you and wormed their way through your heart, cherishing all of them as you all settled you differences for the sake of your friendship. 

“Uh… help?” he mouthed to you to which you rolled your eyes at as you turned to Aly. 

“What’s the game?” you asked to which Aly beamed at, no doubt she would make you do something that you will all regret in the morning. 

“Two truths and a lie!” she exclaimed, raising your eyebrow at her suggestion knowing that she had gotten it from humans. The game is so foreign that it had captured the attention of the ever so aloof friend of yours, Iden. 

“And do tell what this game is about?” Sapphira asked for the first time that night. “This doesn’t involve getting wet, does it?”

Alyurae shook her head. “It’s just the basic game of telling two truths and a lie. The person telling those three things should select from any of us and guess which one is the lie.” she explained to which, in your surprise, gained the approval of your friends. 

You’ve got to admit, this game is beneficial for you and your friends. You get to know each of them in a much deeper aspect since you have all just gotten used with each other, if you all wanted to make this friendship work, you need to know even the most embarrassing thing that had happened to them. 

Like how Raydan managed to knock his head off a tree branch because he is much taller than the rest of his elf clan, or how amusing Zytris first venture out of his home ocean is or how Sapphira had almost knocked the leader of their coven to a wooden stake, or how Alyurae hated her name before or how Aster got the job of being a guardian despite being a fire-user.

It’s this simple means of knowing your friends had gotten you interested in the game and while you haven’t had the chance of guessing, or haven’t even had the chance of sharing your experiences (being a Reaper makes you unconsciously blend in with your surroundings, which sucks at times.) hearing their stories satisfy you in some way. 

“Lillith,” you looked up only to see the expectant eyes of your friends are on you as you looked at the person who had called your attention. 

“Yes?” 

Iden’s mouth thinned as he thought of three things to tell you. “I failed the shapeshifting exams twice, I have always thought Sapphira is over rated-”

“Hey,” Sapphira protested earning chuckles from your friends even though you could see at the corner of your eyes the shared look between Alyurae and Raydan. 

Something is definitely up. 

“-and I’ll never fall in love.” he said, eyes flashing of something- some emotion- you had never encountered before. 

You could hear the hushed whispers between Aster and Zytris something about adlibbing and not being in the script which you agree on. Nonetheless, your eyebrows furrowed as you take in the information he had provided. 

“So Sanguine,” Iden smirked, the challenge hung in the air. “Which is the lie?”

You knew that he is not fond of Sapphira since the feud between Shapeshifters and Vampires go way, way back, and in your whole duration with your friends, you’ve always seen him being surrounded by ladies- or at least, that’s what you think that had surrounded him.

“You failed the shapeshifting exam,” you answered confidently, your friends agreeing to your answer. 

Iden made a ‘tsk’ sound as his smirk widened. “That’s your final answer?” he asked to which you nodded your head at. 

“You’re wrong,” he stated, your mouth thinning in response as you looked at your friends for back-up only for them to be as clueless as you. “I’ll never fall in love… That’s the lie.” 

It was as if a bomb was dropped as silence engulfed your circle  except for the constant cracking of the bonfire. Your stare intensified as you tried to figure out if this is still part of the scene, of the game. Your friends were all confused as well. After all, it is rare to deviate completely from the script like what Iden- Ian did. Just as you are about to say something (no doubt something snarky to save your cool), someone had beat you to it. 

“And CUT!” 

There is a reason why I included the actors and actresses portraying those unfamiliar names… and there is a reason why I used those names instead.

I really liked the concept of Supernatural School and I really wanted to incorporate that prompt line for a long long time now so…. yeah. 

I do hope you enjoyed this the same way I enjoyed writing this. Also, I love playing this game with my friend since I always guessed  his lies correctly. On the other hand, my friend sucked at this game so badly since he can never guess my lies correctly so I guess it’s either I am a good liar, or my friend doesn’t know much about me. (he doesn’t know which of the two is the worst!)

As always, feedbacks are welcomed!

[humanistauno]

Melody Leagogo’s Diary

Dear diary,

Monday might just be another day of the week, for months, for years, for decades, but is a new hope to look into a productive and fruitful week to start off. Many thought and widely believe the cliché that mon day is the worst day of the week leading the chronology of hitting the books or listening into early office rumors and I think I'm greatly believe in that. Dawn bothered my sleep as the sun greeted me this morning, tardily crawling and wriggling like a worm in my tiny little bed. That Monday morning feeling sometimes giving me a hard time and worst, it might ruin my whole plan for the day, luckily it wasn't. I faced cooking pots and boiling kettle for today as my morning chores and the rest were left to ready myself for today's session, session for learning. Because it is Monday, I left as early as possible to attend on our flag ceremony to perform our roles and some information dissemination. It took too long for the teachers to finish their meeting so we have a bundle of time to gossip on our neighbors and became story tellers not minding the free time to spend on the requirements awaited us, yikes! Our adviser returned to our classroom with a roll of papyrus in his hands, some earthshaking announcements including card day, exhibition of outputs, culminating day, graduation day and the no graduation ball, no yearbook and uniform graduation attire policy. How memorable to end our High school. Anyways, my first subject was culminating and for today's scope was all about writing. The intention is to measure our ability on writing such as construction of sentences with respect to its manner and mechanics. We were tasked to wrote an essay on who are we ten years from now. Well, I can see myself ten years from now wearing the suit of integrity as a lawyer, coat of purity as a psychologist or having a heart in giving a hand as a social worker. As the afternoon breeze goes, my remaining subject was community engagement and we end up planning on our community to immerse and engage of. These stuffs ran my day as the sun say its goodbye and the moon goodnight.

Dear diary,

Tuesday is another day of the week and the second day among. It is not as high profile as Monday or Friday but on its own way, it can give me impact. I through with a Monday not as much as fruitful I expected to be, somehow, laziness strike me and for this another dawn, I will try my best to squeeze lemon juice out of it. As the coppery sun skimmed the horizon, I feel its gentle kissed my cheeks and the lovely morning breeze awaken me. As usual routine of mine, facing cookery pots and kitchen stuffs greeted me this morning. It is around 6:45 when I arrived in school. I always flight as early as possible to train myself to be punctual. Anyways, my first subject for Tuesday schedule was trends. We just checked our papers and after counting on checks we discussed a brief scope for the last quarter’s lesson. We tackled on Local networks and introduce what are those networks that surround us. People need to form local networks to protect their life to right and I am greatly believe in the saying no man is an island. The second subject was creative non-fiction. For this content, our teacher gave as the 2 hours’ time for meeting our paper and pen to gradually compile our non-fiction stories. As the afternoon sky continue to bloom, my remaining subject to end the class hours was philosophy. As what the previous subject ran through we were intend to check on our examination paper and after that our subject teacher gave us the remaining time to do our stuffs and commitments. The whole duration of my day was not as good or bad, it was productive somehow by doing some of my requirement in creative non-fiction but suddenly cold air hit me and I have no enough fire to fight.

Dear diary,

After battling with morning Monday blues and beating Tuesday, it is now Wednesday. Taking the half of weekdays feels a little cool air passing through my nostrils as Friday slowly brightens up. Like Tuesday, Wednesday is an ordinary day for me not as impactful as Monday nor Friday but there may be unforeseen event will happen and turn into an impactful one. As the skies aflame with a rising sun, I woke up with a soft morning light from a serious nightmare I got from bed. My lost soul revealed the death of my father and my heart shrunk and digs deep with a massive crestfallen emotion above it. Fear kills me that moment because I love my father so much and I don't know what will happen to me if he suddenly gone that way. I already supposed to post the entire message I wanted to tell to my father with a picture of him and me at recognition day in Facebook but I immediately woke up and relief ruled me as I realized that it was all a dream and I thought that it was all true. I feel the tears ran through my cheeks while I am dreaming, eyes were closed and unconscious happening with that evil spirit inside me. I feel comfort as I switch on the light inkling the delusion. The deafening silence ruled me for a moment as I recover myself from recent happening and went into the kitchen to start my daily chores. My first subject for this day is culminating. The whole time was spent discussing our concept and plan for the upcoming exhibition of outputs and culminating day. My second subject is Entrepreneur. Our teacher thought that her class was on the afternoon the reason why she did not came on her time. As the sun continues its warm blazing, my final subject was community engagement. My subject teacher was not around but he left us some remainders for our community engagement and told us to plan for the upcoming immersion including the committees for the said event. I went home directly after class hoping to use my time writing my tasks. After some writings I've done, I end up scrolling my social media accounts and didn't went back to my stuffs.

Dear diary,

Surpassing three days of hoping for a productive day, yey! It is now Thursday and Friday say its hello. Moving on from yesterday's nightmare, I am so glad that it didn't try to ruin my today's mood. A glow in the sky awakens me before the sun fully rises. My sleep went well that I woke up 10 mins late after its five o'clock. Indolently and snaillike, I move into the kitchen eyes blinking while tugging my hair. As usual, I did my household chores and prepared myself going to school. For today’s session, my first subject was trends. We just fasten our seatbelt for the straight two-hour discussion. After passing through the local networks, we discussed today the networks of nature that emphasizes the connection of all organisms on earth and the biodiversity of species. Break has passed and the next subject is creative non-fiction. Before all, sir Jepte informed us about the outstanding awards in different fields to be applied by us graduating students. My classmates started to talked about their achievements and I remained steady as I have no award to be proud of nor extra-curricular except an award every convocation day but a moderate fire grew inside of me as I heard the news. Like we did last meeting, we just met our paper and pen to finish our non-fiction works and again, not much of my time was spent doing this given task and end up chit chatting with Catherine, my "cutie" seatmate. The midday heat of a tropical sun continue to spread and its warm wrapped me suddenly I feel sleepy. My afternoon is so sleepy but I need to fight this boredom feeling to listen to my philosophy teacher but she added my dozy as we discussed the whole time. As the sun set in the horizon, I was working on my assignments but I don't have the willingness to finish it and again, I end up facing my contraption.

Dear diary,

What beautiful early morning sunshine to start a day and thanks god its friyey! The long wait is over for me because Friday is my favorite day and I don’t want to deny being fond of that. It was a cold Friday morning because heavy rain stroked at around 1 or 2 am as I check it on my cellphone, I’m not really sure about the time matter because I am an oil every time I sleep. As the dimming surrounding slowly cracks, I did my daily assignment about facing cooking pots to cook rice and boil water and other stuffs to do. When I arrived at school, I am the first honor as no one arrive yet or just because I’m too early or just my classmates meant to arrive late because it is Friday. However, from 7:30 to 9:00, we are as free as bird because it is our free time and I use this opportunity to continue working on my non-fiction works. By the way, every Friday we are just taking 2 subjects, entrepreneur and p.e class and to continue the day, our second subject was entrepreneur and we just present the prototype of our innovated products, defended it and let Ma'am Visto choose the one that is unique and worth it to make for as our official product. As the afternoon engulfed by hazy blistering sun, we were on our second session for swimming lesson. I am not a swimmer so I have some struggles but I was able to perform well and reached the opposite side of the pool. I just need some practice to enhance the skill and to perform well the given task. After the tiresome stuffs on the water, Bernadith and I decided to go to Jollibee to make our tummy full and rest our heavy feeling as we floated our body and lost some strength. While on the fast-food chain, we noticed the cute service crew guy and both of us laughing the whole time doing crazy action and took a shot of him. Because it is Friday, I went into our home at Antong Lutayan and continue writing this diary.

Dear diary,

Bothered by the morning shines that pearly light, I woke up as early as I could be so that I will be working early on my non-fiction works but suddenly there was a power interruption. Power interruption? Brownout? Goodness my battery was empty from last night's use of typing my stuffs. I turtle-like walk toward the kitchen and I see breakfast was already prepared. I eat breakfast and proceed to my worn out clothes and uniform so that I could wash them. What a pleasing day. My cellphone was totally shut and the moment I needed this the most, the moment also for the power interruption to show. I ruined my whole plan for the day including my time management for today's works. I was done in everything but the electricity challenge me as nowhere to found. It was around 12 when it came back and I hurriedly recharged my dead contraption. I was working the whole day, from 1 in the afternoon up to 12 midnight doing on my required tasks. I forgot to take a bath and take dinner as I was that too busy and in a hurry to finish my business. I am already exhausted and running out of english words. My head was already aching but my determination to finish this fueled me. I was writing this exactly 12 midnight and I promise to take my sleep after I finish this diary. Good night.

Dear diary,

Sunday feeling is associated by going back to work, school or any duty. That Sunday blue giving me sadness but I am happy and thankful that there's another day to start of. As the sun poured through the windows, I don't want to move yet because I am still tired of yesterday's bombarded works. As I woke up the aroma of tinolang native na manok greeted me good morning and I eagerly grab utensils be fill my empty stomach from heavy sleep. As what I did yesterday, I was doing my requirements the whole time but this time is different because I took a bath first before I completely end the day without the touch of water as what yesterday to me.