Cold-hearted vampire with traces of the tears.
She, the girl in her long straight inky black hair, always has been calm and still. No matter what happened to or around her, she never has been losing it, no way.
Her fierce-looking tiny eyes didn't blink faster, even as she often had to pass by a wrong crowd consisted of male strangers at those nights on our respectively ways home, after we, she and I - the Korean student attending to Gymnasium in Germany -, enjoyed our late-night snacks natteringly in McDonald's and parted with each other.
Unlike other friendships among men and women in common, ours was a bit in a diametrical way. I was the one, always garrulous, shooting the breeze and then all there was she who patiently listened and replied to all that garrulousness. Accordingly, it took a part of those in our everyday lives that wherever we went to and took our seats, once we started our aforementioned 'diametrical' propensity, all those around us made a hilarious glance at us. Then she used to urge me all the time to quiet and slow down a bit by posing a gesture, putting her trigger finger up to her mouth and hissing at me. This made me feel very embarrassed in the early part of our friendship - when I was totally unfamiliar with her own self and her inclination -, so that I, all of sudden, sort of became sullen and poutingly lost all my appetite to go on. Also, every time when I revealed candidly my innermost difficulties that I had to go though in those days to her, she always took a role as a stern admonisher. "That's what every foreigner goes through. Why would you whine all the time, instead of advising yourself and moving on? Think of your people left in
A bit exaggeratingly speaking, she always has been grave and a bit cold-hearted as if she was almost an emotionless vampire and her sharp eyes somehow used to contribute to a certain amount of this image.
However, there was a time when this girl lost her control and repackaged herself as a total different being. It was one ordinary night that I met after I had stayed all the night and dawn before by surfing on the internet with full of homesickness and all yearnings for every single being that I left home. I, of course, kipped school and unbrokenly slept around the clock with my phone turned off. I just didn't want to be interrupted by anything and anyone. Then, all of sudden, this little girl burst through the door with full of holler. "YAAAAA!!!!!!!!". Then, there was just me jumping out of bed, literally, high up to the ceiling of my room. The needle of the clock was striking of twelve at night.
I rented an apartment and lived alone then and she, in the hall of residence, so I once handed over a spare key to her, my one and only best friend. And on that day, where I was fully unavailable, some of my foreign schoolmates including her were mystified of it, but no one actually couldn't even conceive the idea of stopping by at me, since my residence was located about an hour away by tram from the school and the section where they all lived (some of them knew nothing of the location, though.) and it was in the middle of midterm exam period, which played an important role for the promotion to the next year grade. For such and such reasons, all of them had to overlook this with complacency that nothing would be happened to me, but her. She kept calling me, waiting for my callback overanxiously and decided to jump in the tram heading to me in disregard of everything related to curfew. (In Germany, as far as I know, there exists a night curfew hours for minors; from 22 o'clock to about 7 and above all, if caught by any guardians, he or she would be allowed to stay long there no more.) This girl, a year younger than me, literally scolded me severely with full of traces of tears around her eyes and even gave a howl. She told me that she presumed I somehow passed away.
A few hours later, after she preached me a range of discipline, this ended up as an endearing happening and I walked her to the dormitory. (Luckily enough, she didn't get caught and me neither. Also, there was an another late-night snack in McDonald's and chatter with chock-full of laughter, of course!)
All of her being always resolute and cold-hearted was, as a matter of fact, for the benefit of both of us. She was actually going through the same difficulties like me, but was so smart and reality-facing that those difficulties made her more strong and even she could head me up, even though she was younger than me. Still, I make frequent visits to her, whenever I feel to natter to and there is she who listens to me with full of patience.
I must be the luckiest in the world to have such a life mentor as a friend beyond genders.
1.She, the girl in her long straight inky black hair, always has been calm and still.
ReplyDelete2. 1.No matter what happened to or around her, she never has been losing it, no way.
2.Her fierce-looking tiny eyes didn't blink faster, even as she often had to pass by a wrong crowd consisted of male strangers at those nights on our respectively ways home,
3she who patiently listened and replied to all that garrulousness
Wht the person looks like : She, the girl in her long straight inky black hair
What the person says:" Yaaaaaaaa"
What the person does: she and I - the Korean student attending to Gymnasium in Germany ( Gymnasium: high school in German)
What other people say about the person: -
4. And on that day, where I was fully unavailable, some of my foreign schoolmates including her were mystified of it, but no one actually couldn't even conceive the idea of stopping by at me, since my residence was located about an hour away by tram from the school and the section where they all lived (some of them knew nothing of the location, though.) and it was in the middle of midterm exam period, which played an important role for the promotion to the next year grade - This is one sentence. can you believe it? wow..it was pretty difficult to understand it.. so had to reread it.
5. She is particular person to him beyond gender, like he said. And when we have homesick while staying abroad, the person next to us and cares about us, is more special and thankful. I guess, he also has the same feeling.
6. What's her reputations like? What other people say about her?
1. She was the person who was seen as cold-hearted, but actually she was overcoming same difficulties which I was facing.
ReplyDelete2. From the sentences "every time when I revealed candidly my innermost difficulties that I had to go though in those days to her, she always took a role as a stern admonisher.", "Why would you whine all the time, instead of advising yourself and moving on?" and "This girl, a year younger than me, literally scolded me severely with full of traces of tears around her eyes and even gave a howl."
3. She was a girl in her long straight inky black hair. She said "Think of your people left in Korea and await for you to bring full of success including your own parents! Being silly like this doesn't help you anyways, you silly billy!" She literally scolded me severely with full of traces of tears around her eyes and even gave a howl. And there is no other people appears in this writing.
4. "I rented an apartment and lived alone then and she, in the hall of residence, so I once handed over a spare key to her, my one and only best friend." I think this sentence is somehow broken.
5. Because she was a friend who really was a life mentor to him.
6. You said that you still see her frequently. Does that mean she came back to Korea like you? Then writing a little about her recent life could be good.
FINAL DRAFT : Cold-hearted vampire with traces of the tears.
ReplyDeleteShe, the girl in her long straight inky black hair, always has been calm and still. No matter what happened to or around her, she never has been losing it, no way.
Her fierce-looking tiny eyes didn’t blink faster, even as she often had to pass by a wrong crowd consisted of male strangers at those nights on our respectively ways home, after we, she and I - the Korean student attending to Gymnasium* in Germany -, enjoyed our late-night snacks natteringly in McDonald’s and parted with each other.
Unlike other friendships among men and women in common, ours was a bit in a diametrical way. I was the one, always garrulous, shooting the breeze and then all there was she who patiently listened and replied to all that garrulousness. Accordingly, it took a part of those in our everyday lives that wherever we went to and took our seats, once we started our aforementioned ‘diametrical’ propensity, all those around us made a hilarious glance at us. Then she used to urge me all the time to quiet and slow down a bit by posing a gesture, putting her trigger finger up to her mouth and hissing at me. This made me feel very embarrassed in the early part of our friendship - when I was totally unfamiliar with her own self and her inclination -, so that I, all of sudden, sort of became sullen and poutingly lost all my appetite to go on. Also, every time when I revealed candidly my innermost difficulties that I had to go though in those days to her, she always took a role as a stern admonisher. “That’s what every foreigner goes through. Why would you whine all the time, instead of advising yourself and moving on? Think of your people left in Korea and await for you to bring full of success including your own parents! Being silly like this doesn’t help you anyways, you silly billy!” - so her most frequent speech and there comes me shedding large drops of tears then.
A bit exaggeratingly speaking, she always has been grave and a bit cold-hearted as if she was almost an emotionless vampire and her sharp eyes somehow used to contribute to a certain amount of this image. And this, almost always, used to lead to others’ judgements about her being sort of abrasive and arrogant - full of misconstruction.
However, there was a time when this girl lost her control and repackaged herself as a total different being. It was one ordinary night that I met after I had stayed all the night and dawn before by surfing on the internet with full of homesickness and all yearnings for every single being that I left home. I, of course, kipped school and unbrokenly slept around the clock with my phone turned off. I just didn’t want to be interrupted by anything and anyone. Then, all of sudden, this little girl burst through the door with full of holler. “YAAAAA!!!!!!!!”. Then, there was just me jumping out of bed, literally, high up to the ceiling of my room. The needle of the clock was striking of twelve at night.
I rented an apartment and lived alone then and she, in the hall of residence, so I once handed over a spare key to her, my one and only best friend. And on that day, where I was fully unavailable, some of my foreign schoolmates including her were mystified of it, but no one actually couldn’t even conceive the idea of stopping by at me, since my residence was located about an hour away by tram from the school and the section where they all lived (some of them knew nothing of the location, though.) and it was in the middle of midterm exam period, which played an important role for the promotion to the next year grade. For such and such reasons, all of them had to overlook this with complacency that nothing would be happened to me, but her. She kept calling me, waiting for my callback overanxiously and decided to jump in the tram heading to me in disregard of everything related to curfew. (In Germany, as far as I know, there exists a night curfew hours for minors; from 22 o’clock to about 7 and above all, if caught by any guardians, he or she would be allowed to stay long there no more.) This girl, a year younger than me, literally scolded me severely with full of traces of tears around her eyes and even gave a howl. She told me that she presumed I somehow passed away.
ReplyDeleteA few hours later, after she preached me a range of discipline, this ended up as an endearing happening and I walked her to the dormitory. (Luckily enough, she didn’t get caught and me neither. Also, there was an another late-night snack in McDonald’s and chatter with chock-full of laughter, of course!)
All of her being always resolute and cold-hearted was, as a matter of fact, for the benefit of both of us. She was actually going through the same difficulties like me, but was so smart and reality-facing that those difficulties made her more strong and even she could head me up, even though she was younger than me. After then, both of us had to come back to Korea for several respective personal reasons and attended to our respective universities. (It actually transpired that the days in Germany were so intolerable for her so that she, nowadays, even doesn’t want to think of anything related to that country - which became a taboo for me to speak out about all of sudden.) Still, I make frequent visits to her, whenever I feel to natter to and there’s she, sitting right next to me and listening to me with full of patience in her sharp eyes.
I must be the luckiest in the world to have such a life mentor as a friend beyond genders.
* Gymnasium - a type of school providing advanced secondary education in some parts of Europe and the CIS, comparable to English grammar schools or sixth form colleges and U.S. college preparatory high schools.