Creative Writing #01

The first class for Creative Writing. I'm a writer now! Once the module is over, I promise to write

stories during my free time! If I even have any free time left...

So the tutor gave us a few sentences and we're supposed to write a few sentences for it and she said these few are not bad for beginners. Here goes!

If you could touch a giggle, what would it feel like?

A giggle would most probably feels ticklish to the touch; feathery and light.

What is the weight of time in your hands?

The weight of time in my hands weigh the whole world because if time is within reach, I would reach out to grab it even though I know it's heavy and is always running away from me. Because time always waits for no one. It's like a huge responsibility to make full use of it and yet it's a privilege to use it.

What does homework taste like?

Homework most definitely tastes like spoilt milk where once I have a taste of it, I would spit it out that instant and wish to never taste it ever again.

What does pain feel like when you touch it?

Pain feels like being forced to hug a boiling kettle; so scalding to the touch so much so that I would have an instant reaction to let the pain go but I know deep down that I have no choice but to stick close to it till it eventually heals.

Blog's been too wordy nowadays... Time for photos!

 I'm the poop.

After karaoke session with darlings

New horror movie in the making.

The Revenge of Takoyaki.

Last picnic before new semester starts!

Year 2, Week 1

Monday, Day 1:
Most of the classes are bearable so far since there's only like three modules to survive the day. Not bad. And I miss hanging around with the classmates. So happy to see them all again although I don't think this happiness will last long. But keep this up and don't be such a bitch or bastard and I believe we'll be fine.

Tuesday, Day 2:
Another bearable day since there's hardly any proper lesson to begin, just that buying the lecture notes totally killed my hands. Lugging it home in a crowded bus was worst.

Wednesday, Day 3:
Not much proper lesson so most of the time is a slack fest. Well, that is before Creative Writing but once I stepped into CW class, my beautiful day was marred severely. I did try not to be judgmental but I just can't help but say that about a little bit more than a quarter of the class are made up of plain weirdos. A weirdo who whispers at every shit required. A weirdo who snorts unnecessarily and the most fuckin' ridiculous of all, fart in a darn silent class and act as though the world doesn't fuckin' end. Alright, let's stop there before I get myself into more shit... CW was productive since I got to write some things which I'll share some soon but the after effects of a CW class is a blank mind. It's scary.

Thursday, Day 4:
Just as I had predicted it, it's the fuckin' most ridiculous and horrible day of the upcoming weeks. Long hours listening to lessons took a toll on me and it made me fell asleep for the first time ever in the lecture hall. All the lectures, save for SFM lectures, are as boring and dry as hell. An overload of information full of never-ending words being shoved into your head but once you step outside the lecture hall, everything is deleted from your head. I'm so screwed. And then, there's the everyday drama of your typical Poly life. To end the day as a whole, we found out that we're stuck with a tutor who mumbles with an accent at the speed of a dying turtle for FLSM but he left us early today since we want to escape the hustle bustle of the fire drills.

Friday, Day 5:
Probably the best day of the week because again, we made some arrangements with the tutor over some discreet things like how we did it on Thursday. These tutors are the best we can get for some of the modules this semester! I'm going to aim to ace these modules that they teach! Heh! Overall, it's the best day of the week in the timetable.

Alright. That's all for the overview of the first week of school. From now on, there'll probably be lesser posts  here since I'm gonna go focus more on my studies :)

Dear Mama...

Dear Mama,

What makes you think being in school for long hours, lugging around thick books on one shoulder, having a jam-packed timetable and trying to absorb Level 3 knowledge is not tiring?

I know you're also tired from the household chores you have to do everyday but what makes you think I have the energy to do them after I return home from school?

I don't even ask to be served drinks or food once I reached home like Dad usually do. I serve myself.

I know it's only the beginning of Year 2 but you shouldn't think that I am so free like how I used to be in Year 1. Things have changed and we have so much more to study this semester. I want to get certifications so that I can give you a better life once I work. I have promised myself to devote more of my time on studies so that I can make you proud. I'm sorry if I've failed you in the previous semesters but I was still immature back then. I assure you, I want to change for the better. If only you could understand how mentally draining life in school now is as compared to a few years back.

If you continue to be cranky and demand so much of me after school hours, I don't think I can keep up this facade, these strong walls I've erected around myself against the bad influence. I will definitely breakdown and I really don't want to go through that long episode of having a mental disorder.

So I beg of you, for the next few months, will you just be there for me to give me motivation, inspiration and most important of all, never-ending encouragement? I don't have anyone else to ask these from but only you.

In return, I'll try my best to meet your demands over the weekends and once this is over, I want to treat you for everything you've done.

So please, just give me some space and support like how you used to back then. I need it.
Thank you.

Sincerely, Daughter

What makes you think I've yet to move on  from you? It's been almost half a year and I've already forgotten about you but you just had to pass by and plague my mind now. You're causing such headaches that's not even worth the shit.

Seriously speaking, I was just playing when I think back. I could find better.

I'm sorry for making you think that way.

I really am...

IT'S ALREADY SUNDAY AND SCHOOL IS FINALLY STARTING TOMORROW.

Attempt is sometimes easier than expected.

Don't worry, just do it.

Payphone

Payphone - Maroon 5 ft. Wiz Khalifa

"If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
And all those fairy tales are full of it
One more stupid love song I'll be sick"

G-O GO! Year 2.1 Here I Come!

I don't know what to feel about my new modules for the new semester, it seems difficult and definitely dry. Whatnot, most of the modules are about buildings! Fire and Life Safety Management? Energy Management and Audit? Sustainable Facility Management? Security and Surveillance? Add some business modules like Quantitative Methods and Business Continuity Management.

At first, I was sure as hell excited to be getting a new timetable but once I realized what the modules could possibly be teaching, I was like 'Damn, how to survive the next few months!'.

Mondays: I could deal with the Monday Blues by going for morning runs, have a hearty breakfast outside and then possible take some naps before going to school because thank God, classes start late.

Tuesdays: Again, I think I could deal with the classes for Tuesdays since it starts at 10am and ends at 4pm. Hopefully I can squeeze a morning run before classes if I'm not a bum.

Wednesdays: The day could have been better if my classes start from 9am to 1pm like the rest of my classmates but no. Just no. Creative Writing just have to butt in at 2pm till 5pm and I can't imagine myself sitting quietly for a 3-hour class. And yeah, I chose Creative Writing because I wanted to, so I should just shut up and be happy with the class timing.

Creative Writing = Erotic Writing.

That's what my friends refer this class as for my case.

And I'm touched that some people have faith in me to do well in Creative Writing since I'm such a bookworm. Alright, alright... In other words, I'm such a nerd. Thanks guys! I'll do my best! ;)

Thursdays: The worst day of the week! Classes start at 8am and I've to squash with the rush hour. That's not all! Classes just have to end at 6pm on this day! 8am to 6pm in school? I don't think I can survive this shit without looking like the walking dead. So save me God! :'(

Fridays: Lo and behold! Last day of the week and classes end the earliest on this day; or probably earlier if I'm such an ass and decide to skip some lectures. Heee! Pray tell I don't have any commitments after classes  on this day. I sure as hell want to chill out and wind down.

Well, that's about it. My predictions for the upcoming days ahead once the new semester starts~ ;D

Going into Year 2, brand new semester... there should be new resolve to do better this year! Part of me wants to be a devoted student, another part of me wants to balance both studies and social life. Uhhhh we shall see how! :P

XOXO

I've effectively turned into this big fat of slob over the long holidays, well, not necessarily big fat but definitely a slob. Whatnot, just look at me! In this one month and twenty-three days of immense boredom, I've been utterly useless, out of job, a little bit too spendthrift and most of the time, a couch potato.

Not so attractive if this were to be included in my résumé, I know.

Oh well, it can't be helped and I'm obviously too late to complain about my luck.

At least I'm learning the ways of being a housewife although I'm still too young and it's a far-fetched dream. But hey, it's never too young to start learning, right? So, Mama have been drilling some simple recipes into my head and the only thing I'm supposed to do now is perfect it. Not as easy as I thought. The first few tries of certain dishes have always turned up either too diluted or too spicy but Mama says she can see some improvements. Whoop! Whoop!

Some people got the guts to say I don't do housework just because my hands are smooth. Never mind that, because I shall see those comments as compliments since these people obviously can't take care of their hands.

Grocery shopping, cooking, vacuuming, sweeping the floor, cleaning the toilet, changing bedspreads, dusting, laundry... Hmmmm... What other housework have I not done before?

Wait, hold on a sec. The more I say about this, the more I see myself going through a maid course instead of learning the ways of being a housewife. What the frigging hell!

Alright. Enough ranting.

I've got a meeting to go to tomorrow.

In school.

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