Fighting those morons...
Today i had my creative class...
Firstly when i arrived, the class was totally empty, then there was this whole bunch of people high school looking kids outside the class 'hmm maybe they waiting for another tute.' so i went in switched on the lights and fan and sat down comfortably happily on my own. Then the tutor arrived to my surprised the whole bunch of kids followed her in like some cult followers. I was like wah leu eh....wat the?!?! Then the class started the was this girl who looked like some hongkie celebrity began giving me that kind of 'look' then i stared at her back.... then this guy who looked like he had not shaved for 5 years with a dirty scruffy looking beard came in a sat down right beside me, i thought liao liao this time surely kena hack by this osama look alike. He sniff around like a dog for a while and took out the most amazing thing i've even seen in my entire life..... Antique notebooks! You know those that are used as props in those eighties movies erm ok how abt harry potter.... n i mean really antique.... the pages r yellow, torn and had tons of pictures n scribblings in it. I was peeking at it, not surprising the pictures he drew are half bloody bodies, leaf, hand, n some weird looking cult sign.... At that moment, i tot i'll be murdered anytime......but was thinking of ways to escape the class at the same time....too late the tutor ask us to intro ourselves n also not much of a surprise the said
Moby look alike classmate"I began writing when i was really young, it heals my soul..."
Hongkie celebrity with her aussie accent"oh i love writing! i have written a few stories of my own, i write poems, stories i love writing blah blah blah blah..."
Sad looking ang moh "I take it as a therapy..."
chinese aussie "oh i like to write when i'm moody cos i know i produce the best works when i'm happy i write chripy stuff which is too happy for my liking..."(HUH??!? THEN MAY I WISH YOU BE MOODY ALWAYS....)
Loud mouth ang moh "I think i have the talent to write cos people compliment how well i write...
Then my turn..."oh cos i'm majoring in journ so i hope this class can help me...." this is when the trouble starts... Osama mocked me 'so u must be one of those journalist who writes for money!"
This is when the ever so nice muffin snaps* n growled at him
"Firstly i am not a journalist yet, secondly not all journalist are so unethical thirdly, people who are in journalism has got something that other people lacks, a passion to find out the truth and bring them to the nation also I think i have to talent for this job."
He sat there stunned not know that this sweet nice looking muffin with defined dark brown eyebrow actually has a fiery side of her waiting to pound on the next ang moh shit ass who mocks her...
The tutor broke the dead silence "well with ur quick wit i think you have wat it takes to be a journalist."
I was thinking "ah bo"
then the whole class took out their readers like a bible obdiently sitting on the table while i was thinking and trying to figure out ways of escaping this jail cell. I am a desperate girl indeed....
I am the only one without the bible and everyone looked at me as thou my muffin head will be split open by the tutor anytime but hack care as i am, i sat there laughing to myself about everyone's comments... Don't get me wrong I am not a rude mean kick ass bitch but today I discovered in this tute, people are just different, different personalities different thinking.
They got stuck in fairy dream land while i'm figuring out how to earn as much money in life as possible so that i'd be able to live in a comfortable home with the most expensive clothes and the nicest make ups. While these people, well, they get stuck in their dream land writing their novels, nvm if they like in a pigsty or they don't have enough money to buy their next meal. They just have this gift to write, a passion to write and live for writing. I do have a passion for creative writing but just that after i write i go back to my world of media.... reality perhaps this is the difference of a girl who grew up in the fast world and people who grew up in a laid back environment... No wonder they always say singapore can't produce good creative writers for story book i don't mean newspapers or blog...catherine lim is the only one i guess that can make it.
Today i had my creative class...
Firstly when i arrived, the class was totally empty, then there was this whole bunch of people high school looking kids outside the class 'hmm maybe they waiting for another tute.' so i went in switched on the lights and fan and sat down comfortably happily on my own. Then the tutor arrived to my surprised the whole bunch of kids followed her in like some cult followers. I was like wah leu eh....wat the?!?! Then the class started the was this girl who looked like some hongkie celebrity began giving me that kind of 'look' then i stared at her back.... then this guy who looked like he had not shaved for 5 years with a dirty scruffy looking beard came in a sat down right beside me, i thought liao liao this time surely kena hack by this osama look alike. He sniff around like a dog for a while and took out the most amazing thing i've even seen in my entire life..... Antique notebooks! You know those that are used as props in those eighties movies erm ok how abt harry potter.... n i mean really antique.... the pages r yellow, torn and had tons of pictures n scribblings in it. I was peeking at it, not surprising the pictures he drew are half bloody bodies, leaf, hand, n some weird looking cult sign.... At that moment, i tot i'll be murdered anytime......but was thinking of ways to escape the class at the same time....too late the tutor ask us to intro ourselves n also not much of a surprise the said
Moby look alike classmate"I began writing when i was really young, it heals my soul..."
Hongkie celebrity with her aussie accent"oh i love writing! i have written a few stories of my own, i write poems, stories i love writing blah blah blah blah..."
Sad looking ang moh "I take it as a therapy..."
chinese aussie "oh i like to write when i'm moody cos i know i produce the best works when i'm happy i write chripy stuff which is too happy for my liking..."(HUH??!? THEN MAY I WISH YOU BE MOODY ALWAYS....)
Loud mouth ang moh "I think i have the talent to write cos people compliment how well i write...
Then my turn..."oh cos i'm majoring in journ so i hope this class can help me...." this is when the trouble starts... Osama mocked me 'so u must be one of those journalist who writes for money!"
This is when the ever so nice muffin snaps* n growled at him
"Firstly i am not a journalist yet, secondly not all journalist are so unethical thirdly, people who are in journalism has got something that other people lacks, a passion to find out the truth and bring them to the nation also I think i have to talent for this job."
He sat there stunned not know that this sweet nice looking muffin with defined dark brown eyebrow actually has a fiery side of her waiting to pound on the next ang moh shit ass who mocks her...
The tutor broke the dead silence "well with ur quick wit i think you have wat it takes to be a journalist."
I was thinking "ah bo"
then the whole class took out their readers like a bible obdiently sitting on the table while i was thinking and trying to figure out ways of escaping this jail cell. I am a desperate girl indeed....
I am the only one without the bible and everyone looked at me as thou my muffin head will be split open by the tutor anytime but hack care as i am, i sat there laughing to myself about everyone's comments... Don't get me wrong I am not a rude mean kick ass bitch but today I discovered in this tute, people are just different, different personalities different thinking.
They got stuck in fairy dream land while i'm figuring out how to earn as much money in life as possible so that i'd be able to live in a comfortable home with the most expensive clothes and the nicest make ups. While these people, well, they get stuck in their dream land writing their novels, nvm if they like in a pigsty or they don't have enough money to buy their next meal. They just have this gift to write, a passion to write and live for writing. I do have a passion for creative writing but just that after i write i go back to my world of media.... reality perhaps this is the difference of a girl who grew up in the fast world and people who grew up in a laid back environment... No wonder they always say singapore can't produce good creative writers for story book i don't mean newspapers or blog...catherine lim is the only one i guess that can make it.
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