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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

Red Suitcase And Knee-Length Boots

Red suitcase and knee-length boots

That’s what I want to be doing in the future.


I’m currently in year 11 in High School, and I’ve got one year left to decide what I want to do in the future, and right now, the chances of me choosing what my parents hope for me to choose is getting slimmer and slimmer. I’ve had the idea of applying for International Relation or Law for a year now, but lately I’ve been contemplating another idea. I want to take journalism.

You see, here’s how the equation works in my brain:

If I take IR and get a job in the UN, I get to travel for noble purposes and help people, something I care deeply about.

If I take journalism, I get to write and travel, which is a win-win situation, as they are both something that I love.

I want to do it, walking down the road with maple leaves scattering around, breathing in the fresh spring air, buying hot chocolate as I write down about the new places I find in the middle of winter, or even playing at the beach with children from orphanage or homeless shelter.

I want to help people, I want to write the experience, and over all, I want to travel.

In response of: Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other

(Mon)day Reading Love!

In order to write this down, I had to first google up what ‘penultimate’ means.

Penultimate. Next to the last.

After I got this down, I went to Mon’s blog and saw her second most recent post, and it was apparently about the three blog post she took a liking of last Friday. So let me do it with my own twist;




Because Vexing Point always writes the complete opposite of what he’s supposed to write and I like his attitude about it.


In response to: Companionable


I wish, I wish, I wish

Today is your lucky day. You get three wishes, granted to you by The Daily Post. What are your three wishes and why?

There are a thousand things I want plus more, but here are the first three that came to mind.

1. I wish my phone could be repaired in a night

Just about three hours ago, my iPhone slipped through my fingers while I was in the second floor of my house and it fell right to the first floor. The glass cracked, and the LCD screen broke. It won’t turn on, and I’m currently missing every bit of important information that could be hella crucial. I feel a lot like someone who’s stranded in a lost island.

2. I wish I was in Japan

Japan takes me to a whole new level of happiness, always been.

3. I wish I was married

Because at the end of the day, as a muslim woman, I couldn’t seem to love nor be loved by a decent man until a halal relationship is formed. And hey, I don’t think I want to wait another five years to allow myself to openly love a man.

Here’s to love, happiness, and luck

In response to: Lucky Star

Let’s Pretend I’m Not A Freak

Hey, I’m a high school student, and people here label names to everybody. Since I still want to have friends and be accepted by the social community, let’s pretend I’m not  a freak.

When you’re in a place where people are so judgmental, it is hard to be who you really are in the fear of being mocked and avoided by those you want to be friends with. So you talk about shoe brand and fancy hang out restaurant’s name, you talk about boys, and you gossip about who’s dating who and who’s being beaten up by who.

Really, it’s not that hard to blend it with society if you’re willing to hide the secrets of who you really are.

So you stopped talking about your favorite anime, and you delete all Japanese songs from your phone in case they check. You delete pictures of your favorite characters from your phone and you let your tongue mock the freak at school.

All just to be accepted.

You look down on the freak society, glare at them when they let themselves laugh too loud, and you ignore their existence — all while being a closeted freak as well. They are good people, you assure yourself. They’re not wrong for liking certain Animes and being able to draw good. They just chose wrong to expose their preference in High School society, you tell yourself.

But really, the truth says it all, and you know they are a thousand times braver than you’ll ever will be for being who they are and not being afraid of it. All that matters to them is how they are accepted by their real friends who’ll never speak behind their back, and I applaud them for that.

But at the end of the day, they’re avoided by society and being called foul names.

So let’s pretend I’m not a freak.

In response to: Game of Groans

But Instead

in this race

between us, fate

i should have let

love find me first

but instead, fate

i took off

to look for love

that could be wrong

In response to: Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Just Do It

Start living on the edge

Don’t stay in the what ifs

There’s nothing to regret

Hush now, don’t be so stiff

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Grand Slam

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