Walk

When was the last time you enjoyed a walk? Were there cases of yourself just enjoying the walk home, school, going out of the way and inconvenient shopping malls and restaurants just to have that extra mile on foot?

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That day-it was not the kind of day that went absolutely well if you get what I mean. Yet, I still feel good about it. Probably there was something that I was looking forward to on that day itself. Ironically, I somehow remembered the walk to school yesterday. It was a 32 °C scorching hot sunny afternoon and the weather was driving me nuts. I looked up to the skies, and noticed there was a flock of birds flying around fanatically in circles. Since when do I even observe such details? I asked myself in the thoughts of my own.

Surprisingly, I am not (as) nervous as to compared with all the presentations I did in the past. I did not stutter (as) much, I am not (as) nervous, and I managed to get my message across. Even though I was (so) nervous to the extent that I was not able to read the word ‘analysis’. Okay, I thought that was pretty embarrassing, but whatever.

Night at Artistry was pretty enjoyable. We get amused over their wallpaper in the toilet and mirrored ceiling, then laughed over people’s cute behavior and how we didn’t dare to leave halfway through the event ’cause it’d seem really rude. Walking home was sort of different last night-not referring to my usual home routine though. So, as I was saying, I have a mixture of feelings. This tingling nervous feeling yet happy at the same time. I can’t quite put this emotion into words without sounding cheeky or too cliche. But you should get the idea.

Daily Prompt: Free Association

Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .

. . . home. (family/heart/cozy)

. . . soil. (trees/mother nature/forest)

. . . rain. (quiet/musky/drench)

Use those words in the title of your post.

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Me: Hey. May I know what year is this?

Passer by: Err… 2013?

Me: Gosh. It’s already the 21st century?! My head hurts…

Passer by: Okay… You’re weird.

Passer by: Anyways, are you alright? Where do you live? Maybe I can walk you there.

Me: Where do I live? Home…

What is your definition of home? Shouldn’t home be a place where people feel safe, finds comfort and happy to live in? I could almost forgot that feeling. I spend most of my time running around, accepting challenges, and completing quest. And perhaps, finding my own identity. Not that I am hiding. As you know, mortals are nothing but selfish and judgmental human beings. What is their nature? Evil. Yes, you didn’t hear them wrong. I have seen worst: greed, violence and cruelty in them. There is no such thing as humanity back then. Even now, I will say that they are close to extinction. Back in my days, I enjoyed the nature built by Gaia, she’s the personification of Earth, the great mother of all-twelve Olympians, Titans, and Giants. She is our mother nature – The Goddess. The sound of cheery, chirpy birds and the familiar smell of fresh flowers and trees. In those days, weekdays was comparable to any other Saturdays and Sundays, no mundane in the normal. That was where I used to lived; a campsite in a forest, I supposed that explains the reason why. I miss those times, especially rainy days. The nature tends to elude this musky aroma, which happened to be my favorite natural fragrance. It was cozy, it was a place where I feel the sense of belonging, where I find comfort. It feels like home in a natural setting. I could tell you this was unlike any others.

She is different.

Daily Prompt: Free Association

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set Go

Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.

It’s 10:45am now.

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Even though I am at work, I thought sparing 10 minutes for this challenge shouldn’t be too difficult. I have at least 8 drafts in the midst of it, pending for me to finish. This morning didn’t go too well for me. I got a cup of coffee from my office’s cafeteria, but the bottom of the cup appeared to be leaking. In order to stay optimistic, I told myself that this is a good thing ’cause I will have to finish this cup of coffee while it’s still warm-law of attraction.

Earlier this week, I was suppose to submit one of my post, however, after I was done with my writing, I realised that the post will (somewhat) reveal too much of myself, so I have decided to keep it as a draft instead. I still don’t like the thought of letting people to know much bout me. Not that I’m hiding or anything, but that feeling kind of scared me off at times.

Recently I came out with a few things that I have to do by the end of this year, and that includes ‘challenges’ such as I have score better in school, learn music composing, write a song or two, post a video of myself on YouTube (I have no idea what and how am I going to do), watch a movie in the cinema alone and et cetera. Maybe I should come out with a list. Damn, I’m boring. I know this is a very choppy piece of writing, ’cause I write everything and anything that comes up to me now. I’m still disturbed by the toilet incident that happened last Monday though. Anyway, time’s up. Ciao.

Daily Prompt: Ready, Set Go

Does everyone truly accept you for who you are?

An excerpt from TV series Pretty Little Liars, Season 3 – Episode 1

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Emily: I spent half the summer partying way too much. I’ve just been so angry.

Toby: Em, that’s understandable. I can’t imagine losing someone that way.

Emily: I was at this one party, and I got so wasted. I don’t even remember being there.

Toby: You don’t remember anything?

Emily: I really let my friends down.

Toby: You know how Spencer and the girls feel about you.

Emily: Yeah, but they are like my family. That’s why I can’t stand to disappoint them.

Toby: That’s what’s so great about friends… they are not your family. They accept you for who you are.

This reminds of a few situation that I have been through, but let’s not go into that. Based on the book I recently read, Hector and the Search for Happiness (François Lelord, 2002), young psychiatrist Hector written down a list of happiness in his notebook. Me being a geek, I actually note down his list of ‘findings’ to make sure I have something to reference to when my life needs a reminder. Two in particular that relate to this post, he wrote, “lesson #14-happiness is to be loved for exactly who you are”, and “lesson #17-happiness is caring about the happiness of those you love”. Sometimes, when life gets tough, all you need is for your friends to be there when you need them to be. They recognize and love your imperfect self.

‘Cause they don’t judge, they accept you for who you are.

Daily Prompt: Call Me Ishmael

Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.

“Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?”

“The sun has come up and I am sitting by a window that is foggy with the breath of a life gone by.”

That is the first two sentences taken from The Notebook (1996) written by Nicholas Sparks. It was not the best book that I have read by far. However, it left me a very deep impression considering the fact that I read it when I first started my entire reading habit few years ago. Well to be exact, it was (roughly) 3 years ago. The Notebook is an almost perfect too good to be true romance novel. Yet, sometimes, you will start to wonder if people like Noah and Allie (main characters of the book) really do exist in this 21st century. The thing is, after reading The Notebook, it reconstructed my perception of love to a higher level. As years flew by, times like this make me doubt my belief, and it kind of sucks to think that there is no such (almost perfection) love alive.

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Daily Prompt: Call Me Ishmael