Welcome to our Periodic Table: A guest post by Shota

Hey there everyone!!

Having a good day, eh? It’s me Shota, aka Fluorine, here! Dear mates, lemme introduce you to my super, duper, extra-talented group of Periodic table!!

Dear mate, I know I’ve posted this pic before too ! But it’s my bestie pic you see ^ ^ My darling Aki (aka Arsenic) drew it up for me šŸ™‚

About Us:

Ahem… *coughs his throat as if giving a lecture* So lemme tell ya something about us. At first, we are AMAZING! Yea, I’m bragging here šŸ˜€

We follow quite simple rules:

  1. Guys are non-metals
  2. Girls are metals
  3. And tomboys or girlish boys are metalloids (But no teasing them, eh… They have got hearts too )

Now, kick the rules under the table and lemme greet you to my dear mates! Sorry, mates, but I haven’t got their pics!

Hydrogen: a pure yandere guy. But looks extremely cutie and always wears a cap. Loves Oxygen (yaoi :D) Looks like a little sleek and shorty guy. Loves anime.

Helium: Auntie of our group -_- Wears old granny clothes all the time and old fashioned buns. Has a crush on Krypton šŸ˜€ Is a motherly figure to Xenon. Very “noble”. Age= 16

Lithium: Awfully dramatic and crybaby. Always two ponytails and a teary face. Loves flowers. Has a crush on me {but I don’t like her a bit -_-} Can be very reactive.

Beryllium: Very strong. Goes to gym. Good friends with Copper and Calcium. Has a tiny little crush on Nitrogen šŸ˜€ Doesn’t look very good. Wants to be a pilot.

Boron: Carbon’s cousin. Tomboy (Boron has kind of metallic properties, that’s why) Loves Carbon {that’s a secret, mate šŸ˜‰ } We tease her as Maquia because she tries to hide her soft side

Carbon: A really good and bad guy! I like him a lot, a lot and a lot!! šŸ™‚ Has a number of designer shirts telling silly quotes like “I am everywhere” -_- Very good in disguises, and we have a close bonding

Nitrogen: Another double faced guy! Likes plants, especially peas and pulses. Has long shoulder length hair and is kind of inert. Doesn’t like much quarrel.

Oxygen: My BIGGEST RIVAL! :0 Our vice leader. Very cheerful and reactive. Always chats with others… People like him a lot too (that’s a bad thing!!) Has a designer shirt telling “Everyone needs me” {I don’t need you a bit, Oxygen!}

And Fluorine: That’s me! The best one in the group!! I am leader, very reactive and strong and handsome ^ ^ I don’t know people think me as evil, but I am super cool! I react with each and everyone! I’ve got a designer shirt too, telling, “Whatever I touch is on Fire”

Neon: Oops, almost forgot this tiny little guy! Is quite shy towards strangers but in front of us, is a great and funny guy! Always wears LED sunglasses and those fluorescent rings, yea, even at night. Gives awesome nicknames!


All of us are 16 year old, by the way. So mates, I’ll tell ye about the rest next time, eh? Goodbye, till then, my dear mates!! šŸ˜€ Any favourite element, eh?


Notes from Dragon Warrior:

Oh well, I guess, Mr Fluorine, my dear imaginary friend, had quite a long chat today šŸ™‚ I hope you are not bothered by his awful bragging and boasting and rough language. Thank you for reading, and have a great weekend ahead! šŸ™‚ Thank you, Christine, for being my inspiration!

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A Whole World of Notebooks: Bullet Journal

As an introvert and dreamer and living with hundred and one imaginary friends, notebooks and journals fill a great part in my life! ā¤

So welcome, my dear mates, to my world of notebooks… Let’s tour around part by part šŸ™‚

My Bullet Journal

A page from my BuJo! Thanks dear Eloise for being with me šŸ™‚
Copyright: Dragon Warrior

Bullet journals are a great way for planning and organising our day-to-day lives… All you need is a notebook, some pens, a bit of imagination and 5 minutes’ time (If you use more, that’s great too!)

I had started my bullet journal quite recently and before that my daily journal was everything I had and confided to… šŸ™‚

This week, I had Eloise, an imaginary friend, with me to help me organise and plan for the coming week. I know, many of you may be wondering, I guess… how on earth can a week start with a Friday (19th July) and end with 28th (Sunday) June?!

Well, the answer lies to the fact, I don’t live in Earth! I live in a faraway magical world called Cygnet where there’s 9 days in a week. So there’s a mismatch with Earth’s calendea, you see šŸ™‚

Have a great weekend ahead!

Revisiting my old drawings

Exams still on trail, but re-drawing my old pictures for refreshment. Even I am surprised how horrible my art used to be! šŸ™‚ At least, I am improving a bit ^ ^

Sojiro Kenji. Drawn in 2016. Goodness, doesn’t it look shaggy and blunt?
Copyrights: Dragon Warrior

Now, here comes what I drew today morning:

Sojiro Kenji. Drawn in 2019. Doesn’t he appear a different person? šŸ™‚
Copyright: Dragon Warrior

Have a great day ahead! šŸ™‚ ā¤

A few doodles and drawings

I hope everyone is having a good day yet ^ ^ I just wanted to share a few drawings that I’ve been recently quite obsessed with šŸ™‚

She’s Kasumi! Always cheerful and smiling.
Sorry, it’s hazy and not quite clear… Copyright: Dragon Warrior
She is Wahatou Yoai. The most inspiring woman in Cygnet ever. The painting and the poem actually belongs to Mahokiji Yoshitsune, her husband. But he can’t come in Earth like I can so I would keep the copyrights to myself. Currently she’s 15, and going through dark days so I hope she gets well soon
Her name is Ellie. Actually a rabbit but can transform into human when she wishes šŸ™‚
Copyrights: Dragon Warrior

Have a great week and month ahead! Goodbye šŸ™‚

“You Are A Traitor”

I don’t really know where to begin for I’ve been bottling these emotions since a long time ago and constantly arguing with myself, ā€œOh, that’s nothing to worry!ā€

It all started back in the beginning of the ICC World Cup 2019. I and my younger sister were supporting Australia, New Zealand and England to star in the matches. However, I don’t live in either of the places, and the country to where I belong is also a cricket-playing nation. So every day, we —I and my sister— showered with scorns about supporting some ā€˜foreign countries’.

ā€œYou are a Traitorā€

I’ve lost count of how many times we have been hearing this. My poor sister is suffering much more than me perhaps because she’s more outspoken than me.

Aki, another person like us, who dares to be different from the rest

Almost everyone, every near and dear ones too, have turned against us. They think we are just petty traitors who love the ā€œforeignā€ teams, instead of our motherland, just because they are fair and good-looking.

But this is not true, and neither is it justified. I don’t really believe in the concept of countries where you divide our world just on some political basis. If I were to acknowledge some place as ā€˜motherland’, then it would be nothing other than the Earth.

The Whole World Is My Motherland

ā€œRemember, no men are strange, no countries foreignā€

No Men Are Foreign, James Kirkup

I agree exactly with the great poet James Kirkup. This world belongs to everyone sharing it. Every fellow human being is our brother. So why can’t we choose a few of our brothers against others? Why should something like political boundaries come in between something as infinite as love?

I like Australia, New Zealand and England cricket team because they are good teams. Because the players are interesting. Because I am mesmerized by their personalities. Nothing to do with their skin colour or looks!

There is one particular girl in my sister’s class who constantly mocks my sister as ā€˜Traitor’. One day, it’s okay. But day after day, it does not remain friendly any more. Unfortunately and coincidently, that girl’s elder sister studies in my class. Just a few days ago she was indirectly trying to imply that ā€˜It’s our culture to lick other’s boots’.

We two are trying our best not to express our dark feelings on being called a traitor. We are not angry, not in the least, but really hurt. Every day the fogs of pain and discomfort and sadness hover in our hearts. In this dark moments, we are trying to find hope in our fictional friends. They give us strength and hope…

Thank you, everyone, for reading this.

Everyone is different and that’s alright! We can have different views and choices.

I wanted to scream out to the world about my feelings and that’s what I am doing right now. Perhaps this is my longest post so far and I am truly thanking everyone who has given their time to listen to this emotional outburst.

Ruined By a Power-cut

Yesterday, all my plans and to-do lists were washed away by the power-cut that came in the evening.

I was writing by award-post, my very first award post which Ilona Madam had nominated me, very happy and pleased and grateful, when suddenly came flashes of lightning and thunder and pouring rain. Gone! Gone, was the electric supply. Gone was the draft that I had written with so much time and hard work in the computer.

The power-cut ruined it all

Shota (aka Fluorine) who loves storms as much as I do

But still, I don’t hate the rain. In fact, I absolutely love the storms even if it does bring in lots of destruction and power-cuts. I love the mornings after storm and the pleasant smell of sodden earth and the breezes following and all the freshness it brings. What are your favourite seasons?

From the Dark Shades

I’ve always believed villains are human beings too. Fiction gives you so much light that you can shed on each and every personality around the world but unfortunately, most of the people totally forget to acknowledge those great villains who have made the tales more interesting.

I had always wanted to see through the cardboard cut-outs of most villains. I had wanted to see through their eyes. And this desire prompted me to write this little poem, written from the point of view of Rei, a character in my stories.

From the Dark Shades

I wasn’t born a thief,

I wasn’t born a killer,

I was born in a little village,

A little son of miller.

Forever had I lived at the edge,

With a single meal a day,

Tattered clothes and barefoot I ran,

Thorns, my only companion, in this long, tiring way

To a little peaceful living.

Forever had I been scorned,

With pebbles thrown to my side,

Forever insults and threats adorned,

Forever dragging me in this choppy ride

Of living.

They laughed about my religion,

They laughed about my tone,

They laughed about the colour I had,

They laughed and left me alone,

In dark crannies of silent sufferings,

Silent tortures and silent pain.

Until came a day, I could take it no more.

No longer could I be used,

As a toy.

From a little scared boy,

I turned into a reckless young man.

Yes, I stole.

Yes, I killed.

Yes, I took revenge.

But happy am I,

To make meaningful, my little existence.