All In One Box

For this week’s writing challenge, shake the dust off something — a clothing item, a post draft, a toy — you haven’t touched in ages, but can’t bring yourself to throw away.

I can usually let go of old things, such as a worn-out cardigan, a tattered pair of flats, or an outdated dress. It’s also easy for me to dispose of objects that makes my space cluttered, such as furniture. However, if there’s one thing I can’t let go of, it’s my box of old letters dating back from my high school days.

 

That old cardboard box are full of letters from my friends giving me advice on boys, clothes, and dealing with the meanies. Not only that, some of them were replies to me whenever they’re the ones who run to me for advice. I’m glad to have lived my high school life in a time wherein there’s no social media sites. Instead of poking each other’s walls and chatting on Facebook or Gmail, we would exchange letters, doing the old fashioned way of secretly passing notes in class or during lunch break.

 

Whenever I want to reminisce, I’ll just take out that box and read through those old letters. It’s fun to see how far I’ve come. And I would end up laughing at our awkwardness and high school drama.

 

Nope, I won’t be blogging about those letters, because it’s a personal part of me, something I’d like to keep for myself.

 

 

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Wrong Turns

When was the last time you got lost? Was it an enjoyable experience, or a stressful one? Tell us all about it.

 

From: http://thesmilecollective.com.au/

 

Getting lost is something that I can deal with pretty easily. That’s because it rarely happens to me, as I have a knack for remembering landmarks from the places I’ve been to and new places I would visit. If ever I get lost in a new place, I would ask around for directions so I can return again to where I’ve been. If time permits me, I would explore the new place I got lost in.

 

One time, I got lost during a vacation in a scenic small town. I had to find a way to get back to my bed and breakfast hotel. I was about to ask a person for my route, when I looked around and realized that I was the midst of this street filled with thrift shops, a small bookshop, and a coffee shop down the road.

 

I did some exploring, went inside the thrift shop, and lost myself in the bookshop poring through the books. I ended up buying a novel I’ve always wanted to read for half the price. Then I went to the coffee shop, ordered coffee and cake, and spent a quiet time reading and thinking.

 

That was the best “me time” I ever had. Luckily, I did made it back to my hotel.

 

 

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Scents of Summer

S’mores, salty ocean breezes, veggie burgers on the grill, sweaty people on the bus — what’s the smell you associate the most with summer? (prompt)

 

 

 

For some weird reason, I enjoy sniffing things. No, not when you sniff a joint, but rather, enjoying how things smell like, ranging from the sweet scent of strawberry muffins being baked in the oven, to that musty book smell I enjoy whenever I would browse through the pages of an old novel. It seems as if my sense of smell is heightened, like it’s my secret talent; the ability to smell clearly.

When it comes to summer, I think of the following scents: the salty sea breeze as I walk along the seashore, the scent of barbecues roasting on a 4th of July night, and that smoky scent of sparklers when it’s done with its amazing lights display.

Summer means the scent of sweat after a long day playing outside. It is also the dusty scent of the attic when you do the annual spring-cleaning, the kind of scent you really don’t want to inhale because it will make you cough.

Summer means being able to use your favorite body lotion of vanilla infused with sugar. I liked the fact that it stays with me 3 hours later, to the point that the sweat on my arms reeked of sugary vanilla essence.

These are the scents of summer to me.

 

 

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Do I Want To Be A Celebrity?

If you could be a famous person for a day, who would you be? Why?

 

 

I grew up in a household that doesn’t really think of celebrities as demigods. Which is good, I think. If you were to see my room as a teenager, there wouldn’t be any boy band posters. Well, I did wrote before about looking up to Wonder Woman, but not to the point that my bedroom wall was filled with her posters.

 

Later on, I did became a fan. but of people who only existed in books, TV shows, and movies. Princess Leia, Wonder Woman, Hermione Granger–they’re power females I look up to, sometimes almost obsessed. But no, I wouldn’t trade my life for theirs’.

 

It’s the same thought I have with real-life famous people. We all have problems, even the rich and famous. Most especially the rich and famous. No one’s spared from challenges in life, and so, it’s a matter of perspective and looking at the things you do have that makes you blessed, even if you don’t drive flashy cars or own the latest handbag.

 

Well, I do admire some celebrities now, because of their looks, talent, and personality. But that’s all there is. Still, I wouldn’t want to live their life.

 

But I do want a selfie with some of them. Preferably with Tom Hardy. He looks friendly with his fans, and I’ve seen good stories about him. ❤

 

Proof:

TH Selfie 1

TH Selfie 2

 

P.S. That girl with him was lucky!

 

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Rare Medium (Writing Prompt)

Describe a typical day in your life — but do it in a form or in a medium you’ve rarely — if ever – used before. If you’re a photoblogger, write a poem. If you’re a poet, write an open letter. If you’re a travel blogger, write a rant. (These are all examples — choose whatever form you feel like trying out!)

 

Okay, so let me write a haiku. I write lengthy posts quite often, so let me write my day in short.

 

Then Repeat

 

 

I wake up, eat, write,

Think, eat, walk around, and think,

Then sleep, and dream on.

 

 

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Binding Judgment

Does it ever make sense to judge a book by its cover — literally or metaphorically? Tell us about a time you did, and whether that was a good decision or not.

 

 

From josecastillojunior

 

 

 

I’ve always known not to judge a book by its cover-literally or figuratively.

But sometimes, how the surface looks like could really get you. It’s been said that looks are everything in this world. In 8 seconds, you already have an impression about a person you just met based solely on looks-physical attributes, clothing, and demeanor.

I guess it’s just the way it is. Impressions based on looks may be something biological within us.

But if you let yourself be open-minded, you’ll find out that there is, indeed, more to physical attributes and outside appearances.

So many times, I’ve judged a person harshly, only to realize that in the end, they became unexpected friends and allies.

So open your heart up. We all learn from each other, regardless of looks and outward appearances. Not everything is as it seems.

As for books, though, sometimes, I end up buying something because of the cover, only to find out that I didn’t liked the story. Anyway, my reading choices are for another blog entry.

 

 

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Teen Age Idol

Who did you idolize as a teenager? Did you go crazy for the Beatles? Ga-ga over Duran Duran? In love with Justin Bieber? Did you think Elvis was the livin’ end?

 

Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman

 

Who was my teen idol?

Back in junior high, I used to watched re-runs of the original Wonder Woman TV series, the one with Lynda Carter in it. I loved the way she would spin around to transform from a geeky looking lady to the ultra sexy Wonder Woman. Then she would proceed to fight and kick the bad guys away and then return to her “normal” life, as if it didn’t happened.

Much to my delight, I found out that Lynda Carter was once a beauty queen, the title holder of Miss World USA in 1972. Another thing, she can carry a tune and even released some albums. I found out that until now, she still sings and is still recognized in the entertainment industry.

I think I can put a name to my feelings back then, a “girl crush”. Admiring Lynda Carter/Wonder Woman was fun while it lasted. Then, like all teen girls do, I moved on from it.

But Wonder Woman will always have a pleasant dent in my heart. Sometimes, I think of spinning around to see if I’ll become the heroine herself.

Break The Silence-Unsaid

From comtantoamore.tumblr.com

 

We accidentally bumped into each other at the coffee shop. He flashed a tiny smile at me and I smiled back, feeling warm on the inside. He asked if he can have coffee with me, and I agreed.

With our cuppa joe and pastries in tow, we shared a table together. We talked about life in general and laughed over silly little things. Time passed, and before we knew it, we spent three hours with each other.

Silence fell between us. We ended up staring at each other’s eyes.

Then, for some reason, I started saying goodbye to him, telling him that I was busy with something at home. He told me, “See you again!”

I walked out of the coffee shop happy, but at the same time, I regretted the fact that I should have told him already how I felt.

I shouldn’t have let go of that moment.

 

 

 

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Mind Reader-Drink, Drank, Drunk

Last night, I met up with some friends for dinner and a few drinks. We stayed, laughed, and talked with each other until thee wee hours of the morning. I said goodbye to them, then walked on to the bus stop to find my one ride back home in my flat.

 

 

The bus stopped in front of me and I boarded it. There were a few passengers seated inside. No one was standing up and holding on to the bus railings, because everyone got a seat.

 

 

I sat on the seat to the window. I like window seats. I was about to look out the window during the ride, when I saw someone on the left aisle. It was a woman my age, who was asleep and obviously passed out from drunkenness. She didn’t looked messy in her state; rather, she still appeared neat in her plaid blouse, jeans, and black sneakers. Her hair gave her away, as her top bun now looked unkempt, with strands of hair covering her face.

 

 

In her sleep, she still looked uneasy. I wonder what made her drink too much? Or did she only drank a few shots and got drunk instantly? What was the reason for her excessive drinking, if ever that was excessive?

 

 

What is she dreaming of right now? Probably the last fight she had with her boyfriend. He must have threatened that he would leave her, and she realized that she was afraid that it would happen. She was too dependent and clingy on him. He walked out angry, and she was left by herself.

 

 

Soon, she called up her closest friend, and asked to be with her for a few drinks. As the night went on, it turns out that her boyfriend isn’t the only problem in her life. She flunked two classes this semester, because she was also busy working to fend for herself. She told all of these to her friend, who listened intently and gave her a shoulder to cry on. The friend remained with her until she (the friend) led drunk girl to the bus stop. She had to make sure that she go home straight.

 

 

The bus soon came to a halt at my station. I went down, and as I looked back, the girl woke up and hopped down the bus as well. Despite her drunken state, she knew where to go. She went the direction opposite from mine, walking like a zombie.

 

 

She should not go out drunk again. Whatever her problem may be, I hope she learns to deal with situations.

 

 

On the other hand, maybe she only experienced a really good time that night.

 

 

 

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