6 : Almost Perfect Life

Slowly, I push the key into the knob, and I crack open the door. Waaallaaaa! Lovely home, as I had expected earlier. Yeah, there isn't much furnishing yet, but I'm glad I own this place, ALONE. I check the room, obviously the only room in the house, and yeah, I like it. Much, much better than the basement room I had back then. Hey, an easel! Maybe I should start painting? Heck, I can't. Have no brush and water color. So, it's shopping time!

I call a cab and head to the bookstore. It's a small one, packed with lots, loads of books. Too many books because Twinbrookers are super bookworms? Or is it just because they don't bother buying and rather have them borrowed from the library instead? I don't know. I'm a new Twinbrooker. I have no idea. LOL.

I wanna get myself a few sizes of brush, and a palette, and a box of water color. But, I'm afraid I don't have much simoleons left. Well, maybe once I get better in painting, then I can consider buying them with some spray paint? Or oil paint? Or maybe just a box of crayon? LOL. I'm just freaking happy. Life's just perfect! Even though I'm super lack of simoleons.

So I just get a box of cheap water color, pay for it at the counter and walk out the door. Wait a minute! I'm dazzled! Something's shining so brightly! Close-up please?

DANG! I'm star-struck again! Isn't that guy, the one waiting for me pass the door, isn't that the stunning, gorgeous-lady-I-met-this-morning's hubby?! Oh my Gosh!! He smiles at me!?! He is indeed very gorgeous, and humble (for the smile of course), only now I realize! I didn't really notice that when that stunning lady was around. Probably because she is more blonde than him?  HAHA. Whatever it is, I believe they are meant for each other... Double the gorgeousness!

I'm still too excited to go home, now, the evening is pretty, so I drop by at the Central Park. I see many Twinbrookers around, perhaps I can start getting to know some of them and make friends? Or at least get acquainted?

I play safe, which means I play plain stupid. I am happy and excited, indeed, but I'm way too shy, especially when I'm in a crowd. So, let's play some stupid chess moves (because I don't know how to play chess, seriously...), ALONE and STUPID, and let's see if anybody wants to play along! :D

Annnnnnnnd... The answer is NO. Nobody wants to play along. *sigh

I just get off that chair and walk home. Yes, I walk home because I can't spend anymore simoleons on a cab. I need to do some savings. These are my last simoleons to survive, you know! Just pray that I won't get lost. 

On my way, I think alone. No, not about the simoleons, but the Twinbrookers. Why won't any of them, ANY ONE, comes and greets me? Is it because of my braid? Anyhow, I don't look familiar here, okay, Twinbrookers? Notice that! So, be nice to me. I'm all alone here, dig that! And I sob, and sob, and sob, until I reach home.

I start painting, then. Trying to forget my failure of making acquaintances in Twinbrook on my first day here. I don't have a brush so I make one using a stick and a crumpled tissue paper. Just stick the tissue at the tip of the stick, and there you go! I have made my very own brush! It's not that very much of a brush, but it works anyway.

And I just splatter the color in random directions using my unique brush (let me call it a brush, please? I'm pathetic...). And when I'm done, I'm pretty shocked with the result myself. What is that? A baby girl? A doll? Or just some stupid painting? But I can tell, it's got a head with black hair, and those are arms and legs. What the hell is that? Is it me? No, it's not me. I don't have pink skin.

I eat an ice cream, standing near the sink because I don't wanna mess the floor, and then I go to bed, feeling extremely exhausted. Been standing for hours straight, haven't I? Urgh! I need to get a job. Because my life isn't perfect, yet. It's just... almost perfect.

Good night.

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5 : Twinbrook!

I reach Twinbrook early in the morning. Get off the plane, I take a cab. Twinbrook is a peaceful place, I reckon. A half an hour journey in the cab, I finally see some pleasant views as we move deeper into the neighborhood.

The cab driver asks me if I'm new here, and I just nod. When she asks me where I'm from, I decide not to dwell into my past. Never. So I totally change the topic. "Where can I get information about houses for sale?" And I choke. My accent is totally different from hers!

"You can ask for everything that you need at the City Hall. I'll drop you there, then." Somehow, I don't speak much later because of my different accent. I notice the driver keeps eye-ing me at the back from her mirror, but I ignore her. Argh! Gotta get this SimFrench accent off soon... I don't wanna be different from any other Twinbrook's residence. I don't wanna be any kind of center of attention. Not yet. Should I take a class, perhaps?

When the cab goes off, I look around the place. Twinbrook is amazing...

And I turn to my back. There's the City Hall. Gotta make this quick. I don't wanna sleep under some trees, or some bridges. But... Yeah, I notice there are lots of bridges around. There'll be no sharing moments if I spend tonight under any. And I laugh. What am I thinking? Oh, I just feel too much joys...

And I run to the City Hall. I pass through the Central Park, and I see some locals. They look nice. I'm sure I'll be happy here.

I'm about to climb the stairs but those drum beats are hard to resist. I find some courage to come down and take a look.

I don't know what's so special about that blonde lady. She looks stunning, yes, she does! But, there's a strong feeling inside me telling, "She's not a nobody. She's a somebody." And I feel it's proven when a few kids come and ask for her autograph. I thought it's some kind of normalcy so I follow.

"Can I have your autograph?" I ask in my least accent possible.

"Yeah, guess so. But, not his okay. We just get married." She tells me snobbishly.

"Sure!" I yell happily. And she gives me her autograph. I'm happy, though, despite of her snobbishness.

She's about to walk off but she turns around and call her hubby home, I suppose...

I look at the guy. He's still doing his beats, ignoring the gorgeous lady. And a second later, I hear she says something like "We just get married. I need you home now. Some kitten's growling for some balls, if you get what I mean!" to the guy. I try to catch her accent. And I murmur the line alone. I think she notices because she starts looking at me furiously. Argh, she must have thought me mocking her. I smile with a silly, apologetic face, and I leave the area.

I sign for some papers at the City Hall, and I get myself a house. I'm actually personally attracted to the name of the house. "I Can't Believe It's Not ButterCup." Can you believe it? Such a cute name... I can already imagine raising my family in there and have them taught talking, and walking, and change their diapers, send them to school and...... Wooooh! Woooah!!! Woahh! Hang on, there. Slow mo, Brianna... Get a job, first. You need simoleons right now. And I dive into my pocket. I only have §20 left?! Get a job, asap....

And I call a cab, get to my place, and wallaaaaah!! "I Can't Believe It's Not ButterCup" is surely a beautiful, simple place to start my new life with... And that gorgeous celebrity I met earlier, I wonder what's her name? Argh, damn it. She is awesome, and I want to be awesome like her. Urgh! I must have been...star-struck...

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