"I summon thee, oh friendly spirit" she waved her hand around mystically with a small quiet laugh, the house was silent and dead asleep, only a couple of dogs barking could be heard in the distance and the sound of a fan. "Some spirit or something, please talk to me or listen or something, argh I don't know. This isn't working, why would it?" She laughed again and laid there, wondering how fascinating life would be if you had a spirit friend or something. She could never recall if she had an imaginary friend when she was younger. What if imaginary friends were actually real? like a child could sense their presence and see them clear as day even though they'd be slightly transparent."Ah, some ghost pop in and lemme see you, you don't have to talk." She scratched her head and rolled over a few times "One leg out, one leg in, it's to hot, argh, I should sleep, crap it's 3.26." She kept rolling and sighing and trying to get comfortable "Is this uneasiness excitement for my holiday and the idea of wondering around freely at night, or maybe the idea that I may be able to see some attractive people this time. Lucky~ ouch! Stupid Mosquitos stop eating me." She scratched her skin then slapped herself each time it felt like a new mosquito bit her. She is yearning for adventure, she wants something exciting to happen. Pulling her thick winter blanket over her and unable to decide whether she was hot or cold, she scratched again, slapped, and is still expecting or wanting a spirit friend. "Ah, I give up. Why is life so unexciting?" Leg out, leg in, blankets on blankets off. She finally gave up."Oyasuminasai~" She sighed an said to no one in particular, then finally put down the phone and ended the story there. Little did she know, in the corner of her bedroom up by her roof, a young male spirit was floating there, and singing, trying to get her attention. It's a shame she can't see them, but on those particular nights she feels like there should be one around and truth be told, there always is. I guess their just shy.
Translation:-Oyasuminasai: Good night.
A night of fishing, under the moonlight, it's always beautiful. She took a rod in hand and cast it out from the jetty, a couple of family members and two decent males on the other side. "Have you caught anything?" She asked, everyone shook their head sadly except one, her younger sister whom held up a black brim, shiny and fresh. Everyone was impressed, then silence filled the air again as everyone baited and waited. She could feel eyes in her but refused to look. A splash there, a torch here, some boats and waves clashing softly. She realised how peaceful it was to sit in silence and listen to the water under the moonlight. She was leaning against the gazebo pillar staring up at the distant stars. Feeling eyes on her again, she quietly turned her head and made eye contact with one of the males, he gave a soft smile and returned to his fishing. Her brother had caught one this time, thus catching everyone's attention"Go fetch us more bait and beer." Her brother said, she whispered Sayonara to the jetty as she headed to a less peaceful environment.
Translation:-Sayonara: Goodbye
She was always content on her acting skills. She's always wanted to be an actress and she was sure that's were her future is headed. She knows it's hard and will not be a walk in the park, she knows she may not make it. Yet she still strives for her goal while trying to challenge herself with life and being held back. "I will be an actress one day. I've promised people to wait because they will definitely see my face on big screen." The idea of placing oneself in bizzare, beautiful, different worlds and drawing the audience into that world, seemed so satisfying and mysterious to her. At night alone when things are difficult, she finds herself drawing into her own world and acts out scenes from it or writes about it. At any random time you will see her break out into a random character. She may not be able to sing, she may not be able to play an instrument, she may not hold any other talent, but she can act. The stage is her canvas while she paints it into wonders beyond ones imagination. But she's held back.... She's tried to break free, she's tried to escape and until this day, after 17 years of trying, she's still trying. She knows she must do it alone, but if someone, if anyone out there can give her just a small nudge in the right direction she could exceed wonders. Help her...help me...
