Remind Me Again

008

008 (Tamara’s POV)

“You don’t remember what happened, what you remember becomes what happened.”

~An Abundance of Katherines; John Green

The Amnesiac Files:

July 22, 2012

Entry #93

I am out on another “more than a friend” date with Boy George. I don’t remember the number of dates we have but I am happy to be with the guy.

P.S: Even though I can’t remember where I put his name. HAHAHA

Without Wax,

Tam x

***

I held my little red notebook as I made my way to Burton Street. Just in case I get myself distracted and forget about my date at least I have my notebook to remind me. I opened my umbrella to shade myself from the remaining summer heat. As far as I can remember, the heat of the sun is no longer considered as a vitamin because UV rays have dominated the whole universe. Too much exposure to the heat of the sun can procreate skin cancer. Of course, my umbrella is for protection. I don’t want to invite another series of viruses that could lessen my life line worldly existence. I still want to live and create memories as much as I can and write them in my binder of misfits.

I was about to cross the street when I witnessed a brawl in front of me. I immediately run to the scene to see if they are filming another Street Fighter movie. But much to my dismay, they weren’t filming for a movie. It was just an ordinary street fight. So I shrugged off and turned to leave.

Ｏ( ｀_´)乂(｀_´ )Ｏ <--- The Street Fight. (Just imagine they are animated.)

“Wait!” somebody calls, I turned to the oppressed Boy George on the ground. He has brown hair and green eyes. He’s very good looking and he’s looking at me. I pointed myself.  σ (・・?)

“Yes, you! Summer girl in winged shoes!” he rolls his eyes at me. Oh! I’m wearing winged shoes?

I checked my attire --> ((((*｡_｡)_

╮(╯▽╰)╭ Oh, I am wearing winged shoes. Silly me! I went not-so-close to the brawling teenagers.

I crouched down. He was under a dark knight with dangerously looking tattoos on his arms. He takes a blow from him but he doesn’t take any action to defend his self.

“Um… can I help you in there?” I offered. (* >ω<)

He seemed feeble.

“No! Damn it! Not yet! Wait for your cue! He can still manage.”The tattooed BG pierces me with his cold, fathomless, blue-gray eyes. I stilled.

Jesu Cristi he has cryokinesis! Oh—translated as the power to control or inflict ice. I read about this kind of eyes in some vampire novel before. I can’t remember the book title—ummm… the character used to describe it as cold and distant as the wintry skies. Oooh… awesomely creepy. Okay, going back to the story.

(Remind Me Again Short-cut-Wik-tionary: “BG”- noun- acronym for Boy George; see chapter 006 for the given meaning.)

I turned back to the oppressed BG instead for his decision.

(●ゝω)ノ “Oh. You’re not yet cued. You may go. Sorry for the bother.” He laughs difficultly and then his face went back to being the oppressed. “But he’s right. I can still manage!” he cries once again in anguish. I look back at him and he’s trying to get the tattooed BG off of him.