In Response to Daily Prompt: A New Look

Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever!

“The One I Love” is a short manga volume by CLAMP which consists of 12 story of different women dealing with their issues of everyday life, told in a simple yet charming and memorable way. Some notable pieces are stories about how words have different meanings when a loved one says them, women being insecure about dating younger men, falling in love with one’s boss, worrying about Valentine’s Day, and having a long-distance relationship. But the centerpiece of this work is a story about a woman dressing differently from her usual self, in the hope of changing herself for the sake of apologizing to someone. This chapter later inspired me — for the FIRST time in my life — to change myself in order to make things up.

The idea is that probably it would be easier for us to apologize if we become someone else, and thus we change our appearance to change our self.

I had a fight with my father, partly because of my fault. I refused to apologize because it wasn’t my fault to begin with. But then I misbehaved and it was all a mess. We didn’t talk for several days. I got depressed and when I couldn’t stand this situation anymore I decided that I would be the one who ended it. But first, I need courage to speak up and to take the risk of getting scolded by my father. I realize that my usual self might not be able to do it, so I decided to change. The woman in the story wore a kimono on the day she expressed her apology. As for me, since it was impossible to walk around with kimono, I simply got a new hair cut. I rarely get a haircut, and I used to consult my mother when I wanted to get one. But that day, I went alone to emphasize that it was me who had a decision. Oh well, my mother was actually mad at me, too.

And when I got home, everyone was surprised to see my new look. Then, I finally get straight to the point and it turned out really well. We were all, once again, a happy family.

I was really proud of myself for overcoming my own problem for the first time!



Daily Prompt: An Extreme Tale

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

The quote describes my high school life perfectly. It was indeed best and worst moments of my life up until now. It was best of times, for all the achievement I made and living a live of a youngster. It was worst of times, for all the hardship that I had to overcome to survive life.

The last line maybe sound dramatic, but it was indeed hard for the likes of me. I was just 15 years old when I decided to leave home to attend a prestigious highschool 300 kms away from my birthplace. It could be brave — because I seize the chance — or stupid at the same time — because I just follow my guts and naivety! First, when I came to school I have to deal with culture shock, which I couldn’t help of being different and It made me feel inferior. I managed to made friend but she moved to other town far far away that I was left alone again. That was the second deal: loneliness.

I was living okay with my relatives until my grandma from my uncle passed away. The whole family moved away temporarily and entrusted me the house. Flood came occasionaly and water were scarce on dry season. I was shy and didn’t know how to seek help from my neighbour and I ended up taking care of my self alone. I hadn’t made a good friendship with anyone back then and I keep secret of my condition from my classmates. The family came back, but I wasn’t able to behave and ended up being disliked by family and neighbours.

Now let’s see my academic life. Well, I wasn’t accepted in that higschool for no reasons. I got a full three years scholarship! ..with an exchange, of course, that I would have to participate in as much as scientific competition as possible and bring back victory. Well, that sounds good but I was only good at one subject, I abandoned my math and physic and thus my grade were down. I was survived because I was good at biology and they gave me some tolerance because I was studying for competition. I was 15 and I managed to finish all three books of Campbells! I finally managed to make good friend, and we often travel to various cities for competition. And that was when I feel I was living my life, despite I failed many times. In the end, I didn’t reach my goal, but I was okay because I was living my life.

It was a lot of fun and stress. You don’t know how pride I am for overcoming that kind of life. I always refer this success as a “strenght that no one knows” since I hardly tell anyone about it. Oh well, now that I post it everyone will know, lol.

And that’s all. Phew, I write really well when it comes about my own self.