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Day XI

Monday, September 28, 2015 Comments Off

Tell about the time you thought about ending your life.
It was a long, long time ago. To this day, I still don't know whether I should be fortunate or otherwise, for still making it to this day. It has been a journey, I assure you. But when do you consider a journey is at its peak? When you finally see the view? Or when you found bits of what you thought as home on the way there? Or when you found a fellow traveller, in the crossroad of uncertainty? For I am still unsure where is my view, or will I ever see it.

It all started way back when I was in elementary school. With my current mindset, I would probably think that it is a tad bit dramatic for me to have thought that way. But in the darkest, deepest part of my heart, I still think that it was warranted to feel that way. Back then, I wanted to get away––from my school, my parents, my enemies, my friends, my brother, even myself and my own life. It was a dangerous thing, thinking that way; after all, I was only nine years old. But the thought of breaking away from something that was unnecessarily holding you down sounds amazing. A small, little independence that I could get, back when I had nothing to claim as my own. It's the saddest thing when death is being thought as your independence––in retrospect, I was a sad girl.

I can't even be sure about my memories of when I was nine years old. Granted, I was not the happiest child back then, but all I could remember was nothing beautiful; dark and fuzzy mess. That year was more than bleak to me. It was hellish. What could you do, with a vocabulary palette so little, while feeling a whole lot more than the entire mass of your body on Earth? What could you do, with thoughts spinning in your head million miles per seconds, without so much as a handrail to hold on to, let alone the hands of your loved ones? What could you do, with a life, waiting to be lived, but would have met resistance from the Universe itself? Wouldn't it be better if you just end it?

Maybe that's why I have always thought that romantic love would have saved me someday. Even though, now, romantic love is just an impossibility.

With all that I am feeling right now, maybe death was a more practical, logical, proper option for me––since the more I grow up, the more I feel.

And I don't know where to put all these feelings.

Day X

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What do you want to be remembered for?
  1. My perseverance and strength in the worst of times.
  2. My relentless need to survive.
  3. My obligation to never stop making my dreams come true
  4. My childish heart and immortal soul
  5. My hair
  6. My inability to live out a normal life, and
  7. Your inability to box me into certain, common stereotype. Since I am,
  8. A lot of things to everyone

Day IX

Friday, September 25, 2015 Comments Off

Where would you be in 10 years?
Away, not here.
In a place where I can feel myself. I can breathe in my life for me. Where my past eventually feels like an old reel of films––faded and partially forgotten.

My mind is already so far away. It would be unfortunate,
if my body does not follow.

I am just,
returning back to where I belong.
A homecoming. 


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Tell your life story from someone else’s point of view.
She's a wicked one, this almost-woman is. You can always catch her looking at pictures of far off places in the hope that she could breathe their air and taste the rain, consequently, you can actually feel that she is not actually there. Adrift, she calls it––when her mind goes away, imagining the life that she would be living if she was not here. Home, she often claimed. I'm looking for my home.

People have different opinions about her, like people often do with other people that they only partially know, and they all claim they know her best. But have you seen her in her element? Living her own life in a place (somewhere not here, she always claimed) where the transportation is always punctual, the air is always fresh (and often cold, more preferably not dry), and the people are warm. Have you seen her there? You could see her, smiles, twinkling eyes, and all that, brightening up her face. Few have seen her that way, it's an unfortunate thing, really, since she is herself when she is not here. A tragic irony.

She likes stories, even more so when other people are the storyteller. It is one of the ways she could live, she supposes. As another person, in another body, living different memories. That's how she lives her life lately, listening to other people chatter about their own lives; a backstory, a life led before it crosses her path. 

She tends to find herself in difficult position concerning about her life path. She would mull over things excessively, and then end up choosing the obvious option, or none at all.

She's a hopeful, hopeless romantic, realist.


Sunday, September 20, 2015 Comments Off

What sets you apart from the crowd?
Physically; my giant nest of hair. Everyone who knows me would probably tell you how they identify me in the crowd, they'd just look for my hair instead of my body shape.

Mentally; my idealism (partly romanticised cynicism), though ironically also my tendency to escape reality by creating straightforwardly and impossibly common scenarios inside my head.

Fashion-wise; I like to mix a lot of colour or none at all. Black becomes more and more preferable these days. I don't keep any specific style, though I do own several key items.

Day VI

Wednesday, September 16, 2015 Comments Off

Write about a person who would buy all of those items in Day 5.
This person would have been very loving, very lovely, for who else would have bought pieces of broken hearts and fix them together? With intense care, immense love, heaps of Beyoncé music, comic cons (Batman costume turned out to be a great investment), tons of baking brownies late at night, followed by journey to the wilderness with boots and bicycles, occasional beers, summers of impromptu barbecue, amazing breakfast food, and other great nights followed by incredible mornings.

Day V

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Pick a letter of the alphabet. Now imagine two aisles of your local supermarket. List everything found in those two aisles that begin with that letter of the alphabet.
Aisle B

There is a market in my neighbourhood. It's unlike any other. Instead of cataloguing their items the way a market would (i.e. separating food and other products), this market actually listed them alphabetically.

For example, in Aisle B you can find (not listed alphabetically):
Beef, boots, balloons, buttermilk, beer, buns, breads, butter, backpack, blazer, blowtorch, bubblegum, bunsen burners, baseball bat (softball bat is on another isle––sorry), blouse, bronzer, batman costume, books (assorted), bedsheets, brownie mix, bicycle, boxers, briefs, (assortment of) broken hearts, batmobile keychain (please seek our employees if you want to purchase the actual batmobile), boxer gloves, and (anything related to) Beyoncé.

Day IV

Monday, September 14, 2015 Comments Off

Write a story/excerpt to include the line, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
The elevator opened with a ding and Phil trudged out to his office with a slow pace since it was still early with no one to impress. As he came near his office, he could see the outline of two people sitting closely together in his office; with his secretary still on his way to the workplace, these two people probably let themselves in. Phil's curiosity piqued when he could finally identify the huddling figures that were whispering to each other about something he did not recognise, his really close friends.

"Tina, Sofia." he addressed both of them.

"Phil, my man!" said Tina enthusiastically, concluding her talk with Sofia. "How's it hanging?"

"Tina, we literally just saw each other last weekend. What did the both of you do and why do you think I could help?"

Sofia rolled her eyes. "Don't be so nonchalant, you clearly love solving problems. And we could really use your help."

"Fine," Phil sighed, sitting down on his leather chair and crossed his arms, "what can I do you for, ladies?"

Both women exchanged glances, this act caused Phil into realising that whatever the problem was, it must have been big. Phil started to guess what kind of monstrosity that they had encountered, or what kind of mayhem that they had caused, in order for them to require his help professionally.

"Well..." Tina began. "We don't know how to begin to explain this, but our company need to find some long lost paper that possibly explain how and where to find this special herb that act anti-ageing ingredient. We were told that Egypt was our best shot to find this paper."

"And the reason to why we need your help is because we need to be insured in your company. We could use some travel insurances just in case something happens to us in Egypt. To be clear, we would probably need an insurance that could cover all of Africa, including the wilderness and such. We would like to apply for insurance in here, in your company." finished Sofia.

Phil's eyebrows immediately went up to his hair after hearing that. "First off, it's not my company, though I really wish it is so that I'd be richer than Richie Rich. Second, that's clearly impossible. Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that. It's just not doable. There is no 'I'm going to Egypt to find this ancient scroll as a map to find this ancient herb' option. I'm sorry. It's just... not normal."

"Of course not, Phil. We just need to upgrade our policies." Sofia exclaimed exasperatedly, "You told us at our wedding that we need to  upgrade them, so we are here to do that."

The only man in the room huffed. "Why didn't you guys start with that?"


Sunday, September 13, 2015 Comments Off

Write about your current relationship; if single, describe how single life is.
Currently, I'm single. For all my life I've always been, though not entirely by my choice. Some people revel in single life, I suppose. They often rejoice in the fact that no one nags them as an unnecessary, excessive burdens. In some cases, I agree that single life is a much better option for them. Though, I do not know if the same can be said about me.

I have found that my thoughts are too much load to carry alone. There are wars inside my mind, armies of great nations fight each other (needlessly in more cases) in order to gain peace, but I'm not sure if peace could be achieved when more nations emerge with specific national interests in mind. I've always thought that having a significant other would mean there would be peace at last in my head, or at the very least this person would help me perform ceasefire with their peacekeeper armies guarding in the border between one nation and the next. My mind would be at rest.

My overflowing emotions are another part of me that I wish I could share with someone. I feel too much, I taste everything in my mouth. All the bitterness, sadness, sweetness, happiness, and all in between. I've always thought that having a significant other would mean there would be someone that could savour this too, kiss these plateful of insanity away, swallow them, exchange parts of them with something new to me. My heart would be content.

Another thing that I found frustrating about being single is that I cannot celebrate the little things without offending someone else or getting an indifferent reply. I appreciate those little accomplishments, small progresses that would accumulate into something huge in the near future. I've always thought that having a significant other would mean there would be another human being proud of me, supporting my silly causes, acknowledging my losses, and expecting the same encouragement from me. My insecurities would be gone.

I do not know whether to consider myself naïve or hopeful.

Day II

Saturday, September 12, 2015 Comments Off

Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her
The first time she lost something was a long time ago. Back then the sky was clearer, the air was fresher, the forest seemed to hum whenever she passed through, the sunlight always laid itself gently on her skin, the drip drop of rain gentled her soul, and her lips were permanently smiling. Of course, at the time, she was also still had her hair in pigtails, her teeth were still in braces, and her long unruly hair was a mess (some people even called it a bird's nest). But when she just turned eight, she lost her pet. Her oldest companion that was a part of her household long before she was born. He was more than just a friend; a sibling, someone might even say. That year, she learned a very valuable lesson of losing something, and the fact that death was always around the corner.

She could remember precisely the second time she lost something important, her mental innocence. Looking back, she felt silly over the time that she had spent wailing in her room on her window bench, though she honestly thought that if her pet was still there, she would have gone through all these with grace. Neither her father nor her mother was there due to the fact that they were busy with their own lives, which caused her another mental burden that led her into thinking of no such happiness could ever exist again. The trigger was trivial, really. Her crush went out with someone else, her then-best friend. Even so, at the time, she was unprepared for life's brutal truth: you can't always have what you want. From then on, all she felt was self conscious.

It was quite a few years after that when she lost something again. She supposed there was no way of getting around it, she just had to bear it and move on. What was left anyways? Her childhood innocence, her mental innocence, all gone. Her parents became more emotionally unavailable, her sister basically lived in her own life. All she could do was coming back at her house, looking at the strange creatures that were her parents, and even worse, herself. Her mind became so disintegrated with herself that she became another person that she did not know. What was there for her? She lost herself.

But it did not mean that she lost her hope. Hope was the only thing that she got left in her bones, even if it often hid away in tiny crooks and nooks of her ribs. The only reason to her living was hope. She hoped that her life would turn better, that her eyes would not looking at something strange in the mirror anymore, that her lips would finally lose away its permanent scowl, that she would be able to live again within her own reasons and ways. Alas, everyday she was losing more and more of her small dose of hope, getting eaten by self-doubt, harsh truths, and dismissive friends. What would be left of her, if she lost her hope? 

Day I

Friday, September 11, 2015 Comments Off

Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.

"Everyday of her life, every minute of her life, if she could just remember that."
A simple thing, that was. Remembering. It was also an easy enough task to do, remembering something. Our minds have exercise that daily by doing the little things; like taking a shower, drinking, taking out trash, or doing another mundane errands that are staples to everyday life.

In retrospect, that was a humdrum thing. It was an embodiment of something grandeur hidden in the midst of something plain. This humdrum, however normal it was, used to be able to make her earth spins, her sun blazes, her blood boils, and her eyes twinkle.

But the sound of that no longer tasted familiar on her lips. It felt foreign, like a scenic landscape from faraway place she once saw on someone's mantelpiece. Life has a way of robbing you the things that you used to hold dearly.

For example
the name of your lover,
pronounced with a sigh or a quiver.

Thirty Days Challenges

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Below I have listed thirty writing challenges that I will, hopefully, follow through in the next thirty days. The first of which will be done right away (11/9).
Day 1 —Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
Day 2 —Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.
Day 3 —Write about your current relationship; if single, describe how single life is.
Day 4 —Write a story/excerpt to include the line, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
Day 5 —Pick a letter of the alphabet. Now imagine two aisles of your local supermarket. List everything found in those two aisles that begin with that letter of the alphabet.
Day 6 —Write about a person who would buy all of those items in Day 5.
Day 7 —What sets you apart from the crowd?
Day 8 —Tell your life story from someone else’s point of view.
Day 9 —Where would you be in 10 years?
Day 10 —What do you want to be remembered for?
Day 11 —Tell about the time you thought about ending your life.
Day 12 —What is your favourite day of the week?
Day 13 —Write about the weird things you do when you are alone.
Day 14 —Describe the kind of date you'd like to go to.
Day 15 — Create a character who is falsely accused of a crime.
Day 16 —Describe in detail, without explaining the circumstances, something that you can't seem to get over.
Day 17 — Write a short scenario set in the kitchen of a fast-food restaurant.
Day 18 —Take a reader behind the wheel with the worst driver you’ve ever known.
Day 19 —Write a list of 25 (or just 5!) things you want to do in your life.
Day 20 —If you could go on only one more vacation in your lifetime, where would you go and why?
Day 21 —Find a job ad in the paper. Write about your life if you had that job.
Day 22 —List 16 things that you'd tell your 16 years old self
Day 23 —Pretend you’re a cartoon character. What type of a character would you be? What would a day in your life be like?
Day 24 —Write about the longest amount of time you’ve ever gone without sleeping.
Day 25 —Write a story about ‘What the Neighbors Saw.’
Day 26 —Write about your worst habit.
Day 27 —Make up a near-death experience (unless you have a real one).
Day 28 —List the little things that make you warm and fuzzy.
Day 29 —You are at a cemetery reading gravestones. Write about one of the people you find.
Day 30 —Write a short entry that ends with the line, “The silver dust of moonlight settled coldly on the night.
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