SO I was bored. And still am. When I'm bored, I PS some photos I took. And I eventually came up with these two. Well actually there were more than these and I only picked the best and I don't wanna embarass myself with the other ugly photoshop-ed pictures~
I love this one. I liked the original photo better since I needed that for the cover of MD's own magazine which might be sold when the Journal Club's president actually wants the MD Gazette to be printed out.So do you think the picture is suitable for MD Gazette's front cover. BTW it's spose to be in B&W but I like it better in colour. 
This one is my absolute fav. And the lollies are not mine,sadly, 'cause I'm kinda hungry right now. And the hands are not mine too. I wished I had that pretty of hand! It's actually my friend's hand. Annd it sorta turned out good right? No? Ah well. I'm still a noob anyway.In less than 12 hours MD's SPORTS day will presume and I'm one memory card short. And I have a bad feeling that tomorrow's gonna be a bad day.
P.S.
I'm kinda hungry right now. (HAHAHAHA) I know it's random. But really I notice that I always get hungry in these UNGODLY hours.
Labels: hungry and rushed, inspiration comes
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. XDDDDOMG OMG Have you guys ever heard TegoMass' Kibou no hikari wo kokoro ni tomosou~? Oh Dear God, the song is just sweet! A starnge melody though but cute! Now I'm kinda addicted to the song, and have been singing the lyrics for the past 30 minutes later back-to-back~So then a story popped up my head!It's TegoMass alright. But not romance, just friendship! ^^V I hope this is okay cause you know I'm kinda rusty.*Masuda looked carefully at the white rose. He had never seen a white rose before. He had seen red ones, pink ones, yellow ones and once even black ones in a movie. But he had never seen white roses.
There wasn't much of a difference actually. The petals, stem, everything were just the same. Normal.It was only the color, white.White was the color of winter. Snow. Nothing. Emptiness. Death.Hmm...So if he gave this to someone, would that person die? Masuda smiled in spite of himself. Who would he then give the rose to? There was Amiko-sensei, who never paid attention to him. The other kids in class, who made fun of him. That old lady who came every night when mother and father went away. The neighbor with the hooked nose who always glared at him. There were so many people.Masuda pondered for a while, then made up his mind; he'd give it to the old lady. He reached out toward the rose and tried to uproot it from its spot."Ah!" Masuda cried loudly, feeling something prick his little finger. It was really sharp, and the pain was searing. He brought his finger away from the rose, and looked closely. It was something akin to a pin prick, but blood had already started spurting out. It hurt."Hey, are you okay?" Masuda looked up to see the owner of the new voice. It was a boy, although he looked a bit like a girl. He was quite short and chubby. He had neat black hair, which fell across his face. His chubby fingers and milk teeth made him look like a baby, although Masuda supposed that he was his age, a good five years old.Masuda didn't know how to reply to the boy's simple query. He wanted to shake his head, say he wasn't okay. But he wasn't a crybaby, and he certainly didn't want to look weak before a stranger. He wanted to be brave. Acting as if he was okay seemed brave enough. He nodded.The other boy didn't seem to be impressed, or maybe he just didn't notice Masuda's reply. He looked at Masuda's bloody finger, which was cradled in his other hand, and quietly put his hand in his pocket, drawing out a white handkerchief. He offered it to Masuda.Masuda studied the handkerchief. It was white, a clean, neat white. Pure white. Not a speck of dirt anywhere. It didn't even have any of those pretty designs like his mother's.Masuda slowly, and unsurely, reached for the handkerchief. He half-expected the boy to snatch it away, and then laugh mockingly at him. But nothing happened. The boy didn't even move or blink.Masuda took the handkerchief.The handkerchief wasn't spotless anymore. The area where Masuda had placed his finger and applied gentle pressure had turned a faint red. But his bleeding had stopped. Masuda turned to look at the boy. He wanted to say 'thank you' and 'sorry' all at once. But he was speechless.The other boy just smiled.
"Tegoshi."
"Masuda."
Masuda had found his first friend.*Okay, as far as I know, white roses don't smell. So therefore, this line: The petals, stem, everything were just the same. Normal. is incorrect. But whatever... >.<Btw, just a simple oneshot. Not multichaptered. I hate doing multichapters.Labels: amused..., contented, fanfiction, fluff, inspiration comes, TegoMass
I love this one. I liked the original photo better since I needed that for the cover of MD's own magazine which might be sold when the Journal Club's president actually wants the MD Gazette to be printed out.
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