I am royally fucked up for all my assignments this semester. I don't understand a shit what's supposed to be done for each and every one of them and what's worst, most of them are due in less than a month' time. How to study and collect relevant sources to start on the reports when most of the classes haven't touch on the topics needed for the assignments? I hardly have time left because most of my days are busy.

All this shit is making my head hurt due to much worrying if I'm ever capable of finishing the reports in time before the due date.

Year 2 in polytechnic is going to be difficult as hell and it's only the beginning...

Pardon this short post.

I'm gonna rest a while before trying to get a start on the easier assignments.

XXX

Boring Saturday Outside...

Had Korean meal for lunch at Changi City Point :) 

Went to three beaches today; East Coast Park, Pasir Ris Park and finally, Changi beach because there is nowhere else interesting in Singapore to go to. Imagine going out every weekend and obviously because of that, I've probably been to many places many times. Malls are out of the question since most neighborhood malls are similar and town malls are just too crowded and expensive. Going to beaches now is getting more boring as time goes by. Driving around has also been getting on my nerves because there's no scenery to look forward to and all you see are apartments, condos, constructions and more constructions.

Why on earth is Singapore too small?

Damn. I got no choice but to stick to this safe country a little while longer till I have more money to go on a vacation overseas.

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"