Category: Daily Prompt (Page 1 of 3)

That Same Old Green

I am a secretary in the 4th Student Council in my high school.

It’s a title I bear with pride, took with struggle, and worked with sweat. Some of you might think, what’s good about being a secretary? You’re just probably being slaved around in front of your computer screen making documents and recapping all data for formalities.

You’re right for the most part, except I never felt slaved around. I love what I do, I love having to get up again at 12 at night to finish a letter so suddenly ordered to make, I love asking people to sign papers, I love learning new stuff and having to search through files for some examples.
Most of all, I love the thought of continuing this legacy after three other people who did their damn finest job in this position.

You must know how it feels, trying to live up to the world’s expectation after someone in the past did your job so amazingly that you’re willing to crack your eyes open no matter how late it is only to get that stamp of approval from everyone.

I guess somewhere along the way, I lost the sense of originality by trying to be the same. This is probably because I remember being told off at doing things on my own way.

“If you want to be independent,then so be it.”

After that day, the idea of doing things differently didn’t come up again for a while.

Until one day, I shook my head, gave myself a slap for the ridiculousness, and thought, “Screw it.”

I guess if I have to pick a song to relate to my situation, I’d sing a verse from Glee’s I Feel Pretty/Unpretty;

why do I look to all these things
to keep you happy?

Yeah, that sums it up. Don’t get me wrong, the seniors have my fullest respect, I wanted to be in this position because I admired the secretary of the 2nd SC, but we gotta give our own touch to make our own style, right? Being the same is boring, what’s wrong with breaking the box and soaring a bit further? After all, once I’ve stepped of from this position, I’d like for my successor, whoever it is, to do things with their own style.

This way none of us are limiting anybody from whatever creativity that can be produced. Good work all around yeah?

So be different, be original, be memorable. Be you, don’t try to follow every footsteps, stray a bit here and there to find your own shade of green. Hell, be blue, be turquoise, be pink!

Trust me, I will be so disappointed if I see my junior become that plain safe shade of green all over again.

Here’s to other color than green.

In response to: Contrast

Meditation

In Which I Learn to Meditate

clar·i·ty

ˈklerədē/

noun

the quality of being clear, in particular.

After a hectic March holding a charity concert with 51 people as student council, my sleeping pattern shifted from the usual 8 hours to 5, resulting a foggy state in the mornings where it’s like standing at the top of a mountain and not being able to see surrounded by white mist.

With school and other projects still ahead of me, I wanted to be rid of this situation however I can, and I looked up meditation online. In my inexperienced view, I see certain state of calamity and peace in people who have succeeded in doing this as regular activity and wanted to be as at peace as they make it seem in Kung Fu Panda 3.

Having tried practicing myself to Lucid Dream and failed, I was a bit skeptic about the whole idea, but I decided to give it a try. They said meditating can help achieve lucid state in my sleep, so I figured it was a win-win situation.

I followed whatever tutorials for beginner out there on Wikia, YouTube, and Google, and have attempted to do it for three days, each for only two minutes. I can say that the first two helped me achieve an ‘awaken’ state in the mornings, but the third attempt was  a long boring two minutes. This was probably because I wasn’t in a relaxed state and didn’t have a wall to sit against.

So far, I still have a lot to work to, and I have to really commit to daily meditation, but I can say the mist is getting thinner in the mountain. Maybe once I’m a pro, I will start seeing my past life and find out I was a princess in some castle a long lifetime ago.

Or a frog, that works too.

Let me know some tips to help me get better at this – or the Lucid Dream too, and tell me your experiences! I’d love to learn from you.

In response to: Clarity

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Us in Colors

Brown,
was boring day at school.

Orange,
was clumsy bumps in the hallway.

Yellow,
was trading pranks and knowing you.

Green,
was nothing but comfort.

Pink,
was to my blushing cheeks.

Red,
was end-game promise shared.

Blue,
was when we spoke of future.

Purple,
was ugly bad sign of an end.

Gray,
was when tears of misery was spilled.

Black,
was when we said goodbye.

White,
was to a new beginning.

In response to: Colorful

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I’ll Give You Seven

Tell us about a book you can read again and again without getting bored — what is it that speaks to you?

I will have to give you seven of them, the Harry Potter series, and they speak seven different things:

home

magic

love

courage

wit

ambition

loyalty

In response to: Second Time Around

Easier Forgotten

When you do something scary or stressful — bungee jumping, public speaking, etc. — do you prefer to be surrounded by friends or by strangers? Why?

I know for fact that I don’t activate my sensor as much as I should around unrecognized faces. Those faces forget, and most importantly, don’t care if I make an utter embarrassment of myself.

Friends remember, and mostly, they judge because they feel familiar enough to offend. Strangers don’t have the natural consent to do so. They understand what it means to respect and shut up.

Strangers can be a lot better friend than you know.

In response to: Witness Protection

Oh, But I Can

What do you find more unbearable: watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?

Well, now I’m confused.

To put it blatantly, as shallow as it sounds, I quite like how I sound or how I look. I never find any reason to not embrace who I am. It’s the most fascinating thing, really, to look at yourself and find all the weird things of your being and wonder how can people still be your friends.

Make it bearable!

In response to: Can’t Stand Me

Sort Of

Have you ever made a New Year’s Resolution that you kept?

Yes–Well, not really, sort of. I promised I’d write more, and I managed to publish more than 80 posts last year, I’d call that an accomplishment.

In response to Resolved

Too Bad

What is your worst quality?

too serious,

you say.

too bad,

I’m me.

In response to: Flawed

Tell Me Something I Don’t Know

You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

“You’ve been in pain, dear, for so long,” the old lady hoarsely whispered in a voice just above whisper as she read the fate written just across the girl’s pale palm. The old lady’s touch was rough, and there was an uncomfortable tingling feeling in her stomach. She suddenly felt so naked in front of her.

She nodded curtly, she already knew, and she was ready to pull her hand away. She never believed in superstition. Never have, never will.

However, the old lady wasn’t finished. Her hold became tighter, and the girl sucked in a sharp breath. The old lady’s misty far away look pierced right into her eyes and she added, “It gets better, dear.”

The girl tried to laugh, and she pulled her hand away completely. She shifted in her seat. “Tell me something I don’t know, Madam,” she softly murmured.

In response to: Life Line

Invisibility Cloak, Time Turner, and Apparition

Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why?

If these are translated into my potterhead brain, the choices will be the time turner, being able to apparate, and having the invisibility cloak.

Invisibility, meh. It isn’t really something that I crave for. What is this for, to be a peeping tom? To avoid people? If I hated attention, I wouldn’t have started this blog to begin with.

Time turner, hm. Ask me two weeks ago, the time turning machine would have been something that I’d choose in the mids of life-regretting craziness. This thing would have been the answer so many ‘what ifs’ and ‘if onlys’

But now, I’m done wishing for different life, and all I want is to just escape, so I’ll choose the apparition ability. I want to go somewhere new in an instant and forget the life I lived. Instead of fixing things, the freedom of being away from all the things that are wrong lures me so deeply into the aching desire.

So anywhere door it is–or, as I say it in my potterhead brain, I choose the ability to apparate somewhere far far away.

In response to: Pick Your Gadget

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