Fake it till you make it

Daily prompt– Resist

Fake it till you make it

“Don`t resist it- just accept it! If people are going to use makeup to mask their flaws, why not filters and photo editors as well?”

“Because it’s fake!”

“And who are we to say what’s fake and what’s real when everything’s a copy of a copy and every atom that everything is made from is different?”


“But, it’s like lying to yourself, isn’t it? Editing something to look more like an ideal than your actual self?”

“So? If you have the choice to live in a world that’s your Ideal vs this one, wouldn’t you choose your Ideal world? But, isn’t your ideal just a lie since it doesn’t exist? Or a fake remodeling of this world that already exists? Yet, the thought of living in it makes you happy, doesn’t it? And so you spend hours daydreaming about this ideal world of yours- a lie. It all comes down to your definition of ‘lying’. If given the chance, you’d change this world into your ideal, wouldn’t you? And so that’s what they’re doing with their photos and anything else they can edit- plastic surgery exists, you know.”

“I know, but I don’t like it.”

“Good thing they don’t do it to please you, then. Everyone should do what brings them joy, and if doing these things are what makes those people happy, your opinion holds no matter. We are, after all, forever chasing our ‘future’, and in our ‘now’, our futures will only ever hold our ideals.”


Yo, today’s MSP data collection (2nd day) was better than the first. Still not a fan of it tho. Watched three episodes of Sword Art Online with Gaaya- not a bad anime except for the ‘romance’ theme sigh Well, good nite, Ciao~




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Scent of you

Daily prompt– Scent.

It was seven in the morning. Lance`s eyes were still shut and his alarm was disabled, but he could tell that it was seven because everyday at seven sharp, the scent of pancakes would waft into the bedroom. He smiled.

Slowly, he forced his heavy eyelids open and pushed his blankets away. Normally, to get him to wake up at this hour was close to impossible- but for the past two years under this roof, it was one of the many things he looked forward to.

He sat up, stretching. Then yawning. He rubbed his eyes before scratching his head as he heard a soft humming coming from outside the slightly opened bedroom door.

Getting onto his feet, he shuffled his way past the toilet, completely pushed the bedroom door open and entered into a tiny walkway that lead to the living room to the right and kitchen to the left.

Messy bun. Shirtless back. Blue boxers that were slightly too large.

By the counter, a body tinier than Lance`s grooved to the tune it was humming as it squeezed maple syrup onto one of the two plates stacked with pancakes.

Lance walked up to Keith and wrapped his arms around the smaller individuals body. He could feel the muscles tense up for a second, before relaxing in his grasp.

“You know, you shouldn’t be wearing my boxers- red suits you better. Always waking up before the sun does to greet the morning red.” Lance whispered, looking down at Keith with half lidded eyes.

Keith tilted his head up, resting it on Lance`s shoulder.

“But if I didn’t, who would wake up to make breakfast for you?” Keith said, looking up at him with huge blue-grey eyes and a smile that he rarely shared with others. Lance redden. He could smell Keith’s sweet pheromones mixed with the strawberry scented soap he used and just wanted to gobble the boy up right there and then.

What did I do to deserve him? I could win all the lucky draws and lotteries in the world, yet none could win me this. No gold or glory in the world could make me this happy- Heck, I’m the luckiest person in the world- no, the universe!, Lance thought, as he gave Keith a squeeze and planted a kiss on his forehead.

But all he said was “I love you.”

And he knew the other would understand.


~OMG I can’t believe I just wrote a Voltron fic for this prompt blushes ANywayysss, I’ve watched Voltron S2 a few weeks back and it was niceee :3 N since my new insta is practically filled with Voltron posts, here’s a fic by me hehe ^^ I really like the topic ‘scent’ n would have posted this on AO3 but I don’t have an acc there so meh.

Also, today I skipped the first class (MiBi) and went for practical. We were free from 12.30pm but I had to go to the freaking hospital for our MSP project and that wasted like 5 hours of my life (got back at 5pm+ and was super exhausted.) All we did was sit in a smelly, non air-conditioned, spider filled room, searching through files. We got 10 done. We have 140 more to go FML.

Here’s something I have stuck on my wall that I wrote many years back about scents too: Different smells link to different memories. Take you different places~




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It must have been dark


“It must have been dark- where you came from.” He finally said to break the silence.

“Why would you say that?” She replied, staring at the twinkling yellow lights above them both.

“You’re always so quiet. It makes me think you’re lonely.” he replied, scratching his head.

“”I just like the quiet. The peace. Just because I don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I’m lonely or sad.”

“Yeah, true.” he smiled at her, but she kept her sight locked above.

The rest of the ‘campers’, which were their classmates, were already long asleep in their tents. He could never sleep well away from home, so he had decided to sit by the electric fire in front of his tent only to find that the area had already been occupied by her.

After awhile, she said:  “Well, you must be happy- you’re always smiling.”

He shrugged. “I either smile or I cry- there’s no middle. I’ve got to deceive myself into thinking I’m happy, to push away all the hurt inside, you know? It’s easy- have you tried it?”

“Hmm,” was the sound she made.

“Well, You’re the easiest person you can fool.” He continued. “Just give it a go- keep smiling for no reason. You’ll trick yourself into believing that everything’s easy!”

The yellow lights above flickered. His eyes darted to the area of darkness to his right. A LED bulb that had once shone there just died. Their gym sure had a different atmosphere at night, he thought. A more calming, creepy feeling- especially when they turned it into a makeshift forest.

“But what if nothing matters? Then, does it matter if it’s easy or hard?” She replied.

“Well, it makes not mattering more joyful, I guess.”


Prompt: yellow




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Faded words

The sad part is that you get used to the good things too~

You`re always searching for something new~

Being bored and longing for change,

doesn`t it scare you that tomorrow,

‘You’ might just not be ‘You’?~”

Arthi`s red bareback gown sparkled under the spotlight as she pranced around the stage in her high heels, owning it.

“She sure has a good voice!” A man on the opposite table said.

“And amazing sex-appeal,” Another added, grinning.

Nisha rolled her violet eyes. “The lyrics she writes are faded on you both.” She thought.

You’re always praying, never for the same thing at different times~

and every time, you say this is the only thing you really want~

What do you really want,

when what you want keeps changing, then?

Oh, but baby, I know that all I’ll ever want is youuu~

Cheers and whistles echoed the room as Arthi bowed, before blowing kisses to the crowd. And yet her eyes were kept on only one, and those violet eyes never failed to returned her gaze.


Word count: 176

Prompt: Faded

~Today was a funtiring day(cause doing fun things can drain the E’s outta u). Finally got to see what Block A hostel of MMMC looks like!! Am currently reading(and am obsessed with) ‘All about J‘ 😀 The author, Asumiko Nakamura’s stories are so captivating and her art hypnotizes me. Thanks for reading ❤


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Love is your Culture


For Happiness and Love go hand in hand

So you are my Happiness until time ends

You’ve told so many that you can’t Love

But maybe all you do is Love

Is why you can’t see a difference

You were cultured by Love,

and Love cultures you

So let me be that

Who cultures








Word count: 65

Prompt: Culture

~I haven`t written in ages! Glad I finally found the time in this past few days 🙂 We got to see an autopsy being done on a body that passed away on the same day yesterday at 9pm in the Forensics building. Got back home and was super exhausted! Today we practiced Lumbar Puncture during Clinical Skills classes 🙂 Ps, this is written for a friend who told me he couldn’t love until he met me.

Anywayyy, Thank you for reading ^^

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The Sulker

“I’ve never been able to tell you my deepest secrets, even though I`ve known you for so long.” She said, looking at him from across the table as he sipped his soup.

“And why is that?” He replied, looking up to her.

“Well, because every time I want to, my brain reminds me of things you’ve said… My other friends made me feel safe- made our friendship feel safe. When there was a misunderstanding, which was ever so rare, we solved it there and then. With you, our friendship feels like it’s a water drop balancing on the tip of a grass.”

“I don`t make you feel safe?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You make our friendship feel… insecure.” She replied, stabbing her fork into the sole baby corn on her plate. “I guess I felt insecure from the moment I met you- when you asked me if you should still be friends with someone you already were friends with. And the second time was when you asked me if you should not be friends with someone just because of a flaw in their personality. Who even does that? No one asks to be friends- you’re just friends! That’s how friendships are made. You talk, and if you click, you last. If not, you remain in talking contact until you run out of topics. Everyone has their flaws and everyone’s different- you don’t see me asking if I should stop hanging out with someone just because of something they said or a mistake they made. Everyone makes mistakes. When you’re friends, you help correct them, and if they don’t want to be corrected, well, it’s their life! I don’t hate them or distance myself from them. And if they hurt me, I let them know. I never initiate a breaking of friendship- why shoul-”

“Can you just get to the point?” He cut in, draining the last drops of soup from his bowl, “I don`t need a lecture about friendship and I’m done with my food.”

She rolled her eyes, stuffing the baby corn into her mouth. “What really disturbs me about you is how you talk to a person all normal, and the next day, you think up of some mistake in that yesterdays conversation with them, and decide to distance yourself from them. Or when we have tiny fights, the next day you act as if you don`t know me.” She put her fork down before she dabbed her mouth clean with a tissue. “You know what? You’re a Sulker. And I I’ll never be able to tell my secrets to a Sulker.”

He shrugged. “Then don’t.”

She smiled. “I won’t. You`re too stubborn to change, and I won’t simply break our friendship for that,” She said, standing up and collecting her things to leave the canteen, before adding “Unlike you” with a wink.

“But maybe, one day, you`d let your secrets slip,” he said, giving a lopsided smile as he got up.

She giggled. “Some secrets are too precious to slip. I`ve only told a few, and I told them a few weeks into getting to know them because they made me feel secure. I’ve made it this far knowing you without telling it to you- so, why not forever?”

“So, why not forever?” He repeated, still smiling, as they both left the canteen.

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