The Diary of a Stranger

As life passes by and the days move on, you gradually diverge your path to change who you are or others around you. Sometimes, adaptation comes into play and if you're at a selective advantage against others...you're the better survivor, striving to develop into a stronger being. I could go on and on about life, and adaptation; but this story is based upon the life of a silent child, 'Intriloquiouy,' who adapted herself for survival through several hardships in the 18 years she passed.

2000: The Creative Killer 

It's the fourth grade. Intriliquoy is sitting in sheer silence, observing the letter formations in her exercise book. 'I wonder who pictured these letters in their head, illustrated them to the world, and gave them a name,' she utters in her head. Suddenly, somebody points a finger towards her and shouts:

'Hey, look at that weirdo, sitting around staring at a stupid book!'

Intriliquoy would never respond to any sort of taunts. In fact, she never uttered a word in the classroom! What she could not understand was why it was she who was aimed at, even though she had no form of communication with several pupils. She thinks to herself: 'Is it the way I dress? Probably, because I'm too quiet. I like silence...I don't understand why people don't try to keep their mouth shut and observe the creations of God, instead.' 

Two years have passed since Intrilo has joined this new school, and believes she must observe and understand the 'local people's' methods. She approaches a group of young girls, while they're discussing their favourite tv show, "The Powerpuff Girls." Intrilo just sat beside them, listening to their discussion--especially regarding the character illustrations. Considering she was gifted with an artistic talent, she took out a piece of paper and with a pencil (always in hand), scribbles a sketch of one of the Powerpuff Girls. 'Who knows, maybe it will impress them!'

"Hey, you're pretty good!" one of the girls exclaimed. Intrilo looked up at the girl and gave her a pleased smile, then continued sketching. 

"I'm Talledo, by the way," the girl said. This marked the beginning of a new friendship, with a person whom Intrilo is still in touch with at present. 

'So, I guess people do get impressed by your skills...or even those you don't have!'

2002: The Snooty Patrol

Aah yes, it's that phase in a girl's life where she's impersonating an extremely wealthy celebrity from a well known tv show, and telling everybody that being 'spoilt' is quite hip. A couple of these girls were in Intrilo's class, complimenting each other on how lovely their new spaghetti strapped shirts look.

"Hey, what do you think Intrilo? Are you spoilt, too?" one of the snobs inquires.

"Not at all...and I don't think I'd ever change myself for the sake of impressing others with something I am not," Intrilo replies quite boldly.

Yup...the snooty patrol definitely wasn't her type! Oh well, even with no more invites to the big birthday bashes, Intrilo managed to keep herself influenced with better people...her family.

2004: 'When You Die, You Lose Life...Not Your Relationship'

It's the seventh grade. Intriloquiouy is obese, now and excessively quiet. She sits in class, gazing out the window with a glum visage half the time. She has lost one of her best friends...her grandmother: Intrilo's closest companion and role model. 

People think Intrilo's a freakshow; so, she sits alone. Everybody bugs her about dating the fattest boy in school, until it crosses the limit where, Intrilo has tears trickling down her face. 'If I ignore them, they'll stop. They've got to stop?!'

2005: Rumour Has It!

It's very hot at school, and everybody is playing throwball. Intriloquiouy is standing on her side of the net, and is approached by Talledo who informs her that one of their frienda is spreading rumors about Intrilo around school...that she's a lesbian. 

'Me? Lesbian?! That's absurd! Considering she has no proof and lying about it!'

Intriloquiouy is infuriated to the limit, and approaches this 'friend' and grasps her arm out of sheer anger and hurtfulness. The friend isn't afraid in any way whatsoever and calls Intrilo a b****. Intriloquiouy loses her temper and punches this back-stabber across the face.

'I'm warning you. Say one more thing about, or cuss at me again...and just see what I do to you.'

The girl walks away, and the entire class is staring. Intrilo feels a gush of guilt through her veins and tears up again. She had never been so angry at anybody ever before. The next day, this friend approaches Intriloquiouy and apologizes. Intriloquiouy is merciful enough to forgive her, and because of that they're good friends at present. 

'I guess it's better to forgive and forget, rather than stick up to history and be revengeful. It really won't get you anywhere...trust me.'

2009: Hallelujah! It's Almost Graduation Time!

High school has started, and Intriloquiouy has been bullied all the way from eighth grade till the eleventh. People are deeply involved in dating, but it's basically a method to show others how committed they can be with their cheesy promises about never forgetting anniversaries and exchange gifts, etc. 'If that's what they honestly believe love is, phbbt! I can assure you, they're not even close.' 

Everybody's excited about Valentine's Day and who 'gets lucky.' 

"Man, I envy that girl, immensely!" is the typical method of several girls expressing themselves against prince charming's lucky catch. 

"Hey, what are your plans, Intrilo?! Whose the lucky guy?!" they ask Intriloquiouy.

"Art is my passion. I'd rather express my love for it at my home in a sketch pad, rather than to a man who will never understand me after a two course meal."

They're all flabbergasted by her response, and slowly walk away. 'I guess my artistic skills dont impress them anymore.'

2009: Later That Year...

Intriloquiouy has finally graduated, and steps into the college life! She feels like an exotic species, entering a distinct environment. 'I guess I'll have to adapt again.' 

It's just the first year, and Intrilo has met the nicest people. 'Hey, this isn't so bad! After all those tears I shed, blaming God for making my life miserable, but then again asking him for  better company...came true! There's a guy I'm really good friends with now, and I think I 'might' like him. I never thought liking somebody could interfere with life so immensely!'

Yup...that's what ruined Intrilo's life in college, once again....

One day, Intriloquiouy decides to reveal her admiration to the crush. He takes it lightly, and assures her it's natural and they remain good friends even afterwards. However, Intrilo has been gullible enough to fall for the slightest compliments, or awkward moments where somebody else has had sudden eye contacts with her...'yeah, I think I like him, too.' Sweet Jesus...

Thinking the same method would work on the second admirer, she reveals her admiration for him, but he creeps out. 


'Please don't tell anybody. It's no big deal!' she requests, kindly.


'Alright, I won't. Besides it's completely natural,' he replies, but goes off and informs all his friends. 


These 'friends' were their mutual friends at college. Intrilo is cut out of group chats, hang outs, literally everything! She feels a weird now, because every time she utters a word they don't listen or give an uninterested expression. They're all committed to each other, and engrossed in their own show of public affection. 'I guess they're all hormonally unstable. Yuck!'


Intriliquoiy still does not lose hope. She sits with them under sheer silence, for which she's judged harshly: 
'Intrilo, you seriously need a boyfriend...how about that weirdo? You two will be very compatible.' 'Why do you bring a wheelbag to school? Oh wait, why do you even bring lunch from home?' 


Intrilo responds: 'Dude I don't date, and it doesn't matter whether I bring a wheelbag or lunch to school. Why do you care about how I represent myself in public?! Leave me alone!'


Do they care? No! They're into pornography, drugs and smoking now and nicknamed her 'wanker'...it's very disgusting. Considering Intriliquoiy doesn't respond to what they say, they bully her more! Not only that, they've started to abuse her! Intriliquioy is hurt, and confused. 'Are people really that horrible?' She tears up, and cries...remembering her grandmother every night, or just praying to God to show her the right people.


'I try my best to ignore them but they just HAVE to say something against me, everywhere!'

2011: It's Almost Over...

It's the final year of college, now. Intriliquoiy is not excited at all to spend another year in this college. 'Don't think I'll meet anybody here, who doesn't judge me over petty things.' She prays to God to help her, but it seems pretty quiet on His end. However, she notices that He tried to help...


Talledo's in the same college, too! There are people here whom she's met who have great taste in music. One of them even plays guitar, and another who sings! 'Maybe God wants us to 'sync' into a melody, y'know?' 


Intrilo had those words in her mind, but was confused in her own bubble, still trying to feel accepted by that artificial group. One day, a friend tells her, 'Learn to let things go! They don't care! Their friendship is fake, and just an artificial bond which is only temporary. They judge you for bringing a wheelbag and water bottle to school. Really?! You still want to be friends with them? Think again... You're wasting your time.' Intrilo is glad somebody feels her pain, but doesn't know how to respond so tears up. 'He could be right...'


2011: People Gonna be Okay. Storms Never Come to Stay. They Show Us How Bad We Need Each Other...


After several attempts of uncontrollable bullying...Intriloquoiy finally decided to ignore those people who did not even deserve to be called friends. Gradually, things changed...she became engrossed in learning the piano, painting, and photography, and finally re-assured herself:


'It gets better. It seems hard, you know, I think being different is always gonna be a tough climb. There's always gonna be people that are scared of it. But at the end of the day you give those bullies, those people, that are so ignorant, if you give them the power to affect you, you're letting them win. And they don't deserve that. What you're doing by being yourself is you're keeping it real, and you're being really brave.'

And here ends the diary of a stranger. If you don't understand her silence...you will not understand her words. I guess she could be pretty pissed off about what happened to her... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes, she feels like she's seeing it all at once, and it's too much, that her heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then she remembers to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through her like rain and she can't feel anything but gratitude, for every single moment of her stupid little life... You had no idea what I was talking about in my blogger profile, I'm sure. But don't worry... I'm sure you have now. Cheers.

The Craving

Look at that visage,

That sweet, beautiful visage,

Shining before me, under the glaring sun.

Those pale sweet lips, which when caressed drift you away,

Into a dream so utterly complex, it seems almost real. 

That soft skin glides against your arms as smooth as a feather,

You try to hold onto it, but it disappears.

Those pale green eyes, shine like glitter,

Currently they’re just cold, ripe and bitter.

Now that you’re gone, I remember those were the days…

When we sat by the sea-shore watching the sea, 

Shining like pearls under sun. 

That night you held me, and I held you… 

we transcended from this world, from where

there’s no breakthrough.

Well, it’s all over. 

It’s tearing me apart…

I thought I was lucky, but now there’s a broken heart,

In sheer pain, an indescribable pain.

This is locked within me, with a lost key, somewhere deep inside

Try to find me; you have no place to hide.

Fate Calling

The drenched soul lost deep within my mind,

The dark superiority completely falling behind.

Her visage clear as twilight before the night sky.

As darkness prevails deep within my eyes,

I gaze at the sunset calling my name.

Could it be her, or is this a game?

I have 2 separate thoughts, sunken within my head.

Could she be lost, or could she be dead?

I stumble upon the gifts of down under,

But all I can find is pain and blunder.

The night is now clear, and the morn’s flyin’ high,

Could this be fate calling, or is it a lie?

I stand by the fresh waters of Blunder Hill,

Watching my reflection there, standing still

I gaze and I gaze and think not of fright.

Tonight is the night I’ll lose the world from my site.

I fell and watched the world revolve around me,

As I fell through the night sky.

Splashing in the misty waters.. I drowned,

Never again to be found.

--This is a little piece that I wrote a while ago. Found it in an old diary. Would really appreciate the criticism.