Weekly Photo Challenge: Family

Prompt from here.


Elsa ©mk17design

Elsa ©mk17design

This can’t scream “family” louder than anything I can draw, soooo~
There’s Elsa for you :)

And if you had to ask who this is then you should really watch Frozen.
Awesome music and awesome animation.
And Queen Elsa.


Zero to Hero + Daily Prompt: Blogger of Repute

Prompt from here and here.
Since we’re speaking of reputation, I’m compiling the nicest (or funniest) things people have ever said.
Also because I need motivation in times like this.

‘You must be very happy.’
– that moment when I looked too glad.

‘How could you be so positive even when things got… well, like this?!’
– that moment when everything seemed to fall apart, part one.

‘Please fail. Only from failures you can learn.’
– that moment when everything seemed to fall apart, part two.

‘Why do we always end up eating in silence?’
‘Because food is always good.’
– that moment when… food is good.

‘Among all, you are the strongest of all.’
– that moment when everything seemed to fall apart, part three.

‘If it makes you feel better, I’m sorry I hurt you.’
‘…but you should know that I didn’t mean it.’
‘I know.’
‘I’m a terrible liar.’
– that moment when booze takes over.

– that moment when Torrent won’t finish downloading my Sherlock season 3.

‘Wait – it’s too soon for stupid.’
– that moment when we haven’t met for a long time and suddenly everything is junior-high-level conversations again.

I’m gonna add up to this every time I think of something nice :3

Added on 19.01.14

‘We only live once. Why make it hard to bear?’
– a wise friend.

‘Don’t watch them, they’re all lies.’
– my Korean boss on Korean dramas and their awfully sensitive guy characters.

Added on 08.02.14

‘Oh, so you like to watch people get eaten.’
– my ex-boss when he spotted “Game of Thrones” and “Attack on Titan” folders in my laptop.

Added on 07.07.14

‘Don’t worry, she’s strong.’
– what my current female boss said about me when a co-worker told her I wouldn’t be able to handle her.

Added on 19.08.14

‘I admire you for making that decision. I’ll do the same if I was in your position.
But I’m telling you that it won’t be the same. And I won’t be nice to you.’
– that moment when I told him the reason why I decided on something this big.

[…up until this moment I’ve come to realise how quotable this particular guy is…]

Added on 08.10.14

‘You know, sometimes I just want to set them alight.’
– after almost 2 weeks of sleepless nights, then receiving a completely lunatic criticiser that tells us to undo all the effort we put in these last 2 weeks even though the direction comes from their side in the first place. This sentence summed up all my feelings in that moment.

Added on 14.10.14

‘She never listens to me anymore.’
– things changed a lot after a year, and now this is how my boss describes me to an ex-coworker in an impromptu dinner.

Added on 09.12.14

‘Too much issue on Mondie.’
– me and my friend, the I Hate Monday club.

‘Me? Why do I need to comfort a guy? I like to comfort girls.’
– a rather loose afternoon with a tired boss.







Weekly Writing Challenge + Daily Prompt: Singular Sensation, But No Cigar

Prompt from herehere and here.
Combining a weekly challenge and 2 daily prompts like a boss just because.

Onward ho.

Somewhere in your neighbourhood, there was a small house. Small, but warm-looking. The roof terracotta and the walls painted bricks, the glass door and windows framed by wood painted in the same tone of colours – all of the simplicity placed right in the middle of a green lawn without any fence.

Inside the house there were a living room, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. The whole house usually went dark after around 10 PM. All rooms except one bedroom. In that room there was still a laptop screen illuminated in the dimmed room with ten fingers hovering above the keyboard – one kept hitting the backspace button furiously.

Across the screen, the cursor blinked on an empty text document as if screaming for something – anything – to be input. About a minute later, some words appeared. Then some more. It looked like a letter, because the first words are “Dear X”.

You became curious. Dare you look closer?
Of course you do. Thus, you began reading.

Dear X,

How are you? Do I need to ask? It’s only a week since I last saw you. We’re still living in the same town. Like you often say – it’s nonsense.

This is a letter that you will never read. If you did somehow, then it means I’m already dead. Or some madman stole my laptop. Or something. But you wouldn’t read it while I’m alive. So there.

This is obviously far from what people expect to read when they see the word “I” and “you”, and a letter instead of a name.

They will think I’m a secret admirer, and they will think this is a love letter.
They will probably think I’m a cute little girl.
But let them guess.
Let them imagine.
Let them live their beautiful worlds.

They don’t need to know the ones that aren’t.

You scoffed.
It did look like it.
So you continued reading.

Actually I don’t know what to write. I don’t know why I’m writing this anyway. I don’t even know why it’s for you of all people.

I hated you.

You made it easy –
With your words,
Your attitude,
Your stubbornness,
Your impossible expectations,
Your uncompromising principles…
Basically all of you.

At that point, I’ve had enough.

I wanted to cry. I really did. Either I was too proud or my tears had run dry, I ended up locking myself in my room for two days. During that time, I had so many panic attacks I’ve lost count. There was a lump in my throat that refused to leave as if trying to choke me. The shortness of breath went from unbearable to murderous. Stupidly thinking it was a heart attack, I wished to just die on the spot just so I could haunt you later.

You shivered, unconsciously taking a step back.
What is this all about?
It changed from what you thought was some kind of a love letter into some kind of… voodoo wanna-be letter.

What exactly did this X person do to the writer-in-the-dark?

But I survived.
Told myself there was so much more than what you did to me. You might not even remember what it was, leave alone how much it hurt. I didn’t expect you to. Being unattached and impersonal was your main policies, isn’t it?

I didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

So when they let me go, I was relieved.
I was glad not having to even see you anymore.
Then they let me go.

That was when I stopped hating you.

You were right.
This was a sappy one.
You frowned, disappointed at the predicted ending.
However… since there was little left, you finished up, the weird letter leaving you sighing in the end.

I was at peace.
And I have been up until now.

So please, let me be.

Don’t step back in.
Don’t give me that attitude again.
Don’t let me argue about whatever crazy ideas of yours.
Don’t let me go back to the phase where all I have in mind was you, even when the last moment was filled with pure, childish hatred.


Or maybe not,
– Me.

Right after you finished reading, the laptop was shut closed without any precedent movement. You blinked as the whole room went dark, speechless as you wonder what would happen to the writer if X showed up in the writer’s life anyway sometime in the future.

But then you decided it’s none of your business.
Then you left, this particular letter forgotten – up until you see an open laptop in front of you, and someone else typing up something else.

You will always remember this letter, and the person writing it.

Because that was when you realise,
that X, or even the writer in the dark, could have been you.

Twisted: 30-day Challenge


I’m on holiday and in the mood of doing something that doesn’t require much thinking, but more of typing in what pops up instead. So here’s my highschool senior’s blog and her 30-day challenge, and here’s me trying to finish it within a day just because I want to.

Nothing important, but at least my fingers are dancing on the keyboard cheerily.
Heeeere we go.


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130114 – Teacher’s Pet

Prompt from here, 080114.
Tried to write in less than 400 words because of this.
Didn’t work, but hey! I tried!

‘It is uncommon to have a guy friend and expect that he expects nothing from you,’ a good (girl) friend once told me.

As weird as it sounds, though, last night I had a quite friendly dinner with the most unimaginable person – with nothing of that expectation she talked about.

He was my mentor.
He’s harsh, far from a gentleman (whoever left a girl behind in a f*cking downpour?!), almost everything that came out of his mouth is poison, and he has the highest standard of all human beings I’ve ever encountered.

Above all, he was an utterly straightforward person. That was probably what kept me around. And that was when I realised why I used to hate him so much. It’s not easy to admit that the reason you dislike someone is because you see bits of yourself in him.

‘Birds of a feather.’

We built our walls so high that only persistent few could break them down. We really, really, really don’t care if everyone else hates us as long as we get to keep our principles. Last but not least, apparently both of us want to run a hangout place when we got older (him, a bar; me, a cafe) – but wait that was out of topic.

He told me he was a bit like me before – having fun, being nice to people (or at least tried to), and all the things I do to make things work. But things happened, and he changed into this person everyone knows him as.

I don’t know whether that was the only way to survive this cutthroat world of ours.

What do I know? I have this minuscule knowledge, and he’s been through much more than me. A lot of what he told me last night stuck in my head, and I’ve been wondering ever since if I would ever get to a point where I have to change the way he did and get rid of all humanity. After all, isn’t it what it takes if you wanted to beat the monsters?

Aside from How To Beat The Monsters 101, there were a lot of things I’ve learnt from him, so regret was out of the question. No matter how frustrated I got when I worked with him, he was the only one who has ever told me I’m strong. And I appreciated the fact that he told me all those insufferable things because he knew I can take it.

‘What doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger,’ I told him with a grin.

Masochism? Maybe.
But I wouldn’t be where I am now if I wimped out every time a superior spoke up about how much of a failure I could be, would I? You know what they say – one of the best feelings in this world is doing something others said you can’t do.

I curse a lot. Apparently he did, too. For introverted people like us, it helps a lot.
When people like us fall down, we curse as much as we need, and moved on.
Endurance: one of the crucial things I honed when I worked with him.


There were other advices too, some laughs, and some funny moments that I think could only happen to apathetic people like us. Stayed for like three hours over this kind of talk, and left with quite a lot of thoughts despite the amount of booze I gulped down. It was one of the most surreal night I’ve ever had, yet I went home with a feeling of gratitude.

Just so you know, he refused to accept my thank you and told me to keep it until I get promoted. Ha. See if I could curse my way up, then.

Stick around, o captain, my captain!