Time Machine (editing)

Singing competition - ✓

By the time I woke up, he had already left. I felt really disappointed. Not even a goodbye? Dude I gave you my food and warm blankets- I shouldn't even think about it. Basic things such as helping the others. So yea, erase that part. I know I shouldn't feel this way, he wasn't my friend or something, right?

But here I was, crushing on him.
Clap clap clap.

But I don't think he's a 'player' or something. He doesn't give this kind of vibe.

In conclusion: If you do something, you're going to get your heart broken. It was a rule, not because of this guy- most guys did that.

But when I saw in his eyes that night, I saw what real world looked like. It's not love and cliche things like that, but how us, teenagers and young adults carry so many problems on our shoulders. We are supposed to see what life is, without someone else guiding us. But year after year, decade after decade, problems are increasing instead of decreasing, and we lose ourselves to the strict road our society has forced on us. Kids like Junjae, like Eunjae, who battle everyday with their own demons, are often characterized by the outsiders as losers. People like me, depressed, stressed and lost are losers as well, in the society's eyes. We were treated as if we didn't exist.

And all these from a night- I could see how scared he was when he heard the voices of these airheads. I'd do the same- instead of getting beaten up.

So, to sum up; it doesn't have to do with countries, economies and gender. If you are not the perfect plastic, not being the stereotypical plastic, but the 'I'll never witness what living really means'. The next geniuses, the next anything. But why be the next when you are a first?


Why didn't I wrote all these a year ago in the exam, a question I'll always ask because damn.
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Someone knocked, shaking me from my deep trance state. I looked at the door expectantly and I forgot that I actually had to answer.

"Yes?"

'Nara-ya! Good morning! Can I come in?' Eunjae greeted in her always happy tone and I opened the door.

She carried a huge plate with a variety of fruits, and pancakes.

'Ya, Nara, I had to search a lot to find all these. I made you a European breakfast, to make you feel like home.'
We both smiled and I hugged her.

"When you take over the hotel, I'm gonna advertise it for you, when I'm back in Europe."

'Yaaa, we still got time. Granny will retire in ten years, and I'll take it after 2005. I have counted it. But don't worry, I'm gonna see you a lot!'

"Yes.... you are right. Let's eat!"

How much I wanted to tell her all that situation...

*bang!*

Why did this happen again? It feels like a gong, and it feels like its next to me!

"Ahh..." I clutched my head, listening to the echo of this noise.

'Omo, are you okay? Hey Nara?? Omo... help-'

But everything went black.

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'Your second warning. Beware, its gonna be worse.' A cold voice warned me- it's source not traceable. 
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I opened my eyes. I was in my room. I heard a soft crying, next to me. It was Eunjae, crying her heart out.

"Un-unnie.. Kinchana, I'm okay..."

The girl looked up, with a set of fresh ears in her eyes.

'Nara! What happened?'