A Very Dangerous Story, or Turbulence

Assignment: 2000 words, choose from a mix of fiction, non-fiction and poetry (choose 2 only).

I just embarked on a story that means a lot to me. I didn't know what it meant to discover yourself through writing, that it builds you. I think I know realize what they meant when they said that.

Today was the last day of Semester one. Went out for dinner and drinks with some of the Philosophy people. They're all a really nice bunch, and I honestly am going to miss the times in that room in Building 9, Level 3, on Thursdays at 4.30pm-6.30pm. Good times.

Time really flies. I've only known these people for a relatively short amount of time, so I cannot for certain say that they are genuine (the uncertainty principle). But how are we to know things for certain? We cannot, and therefore we trust ourselves to trust others. What to do?

And this  half-year comes to an end, although there are still many assignments to get over and done with. Still working on the assignment that I first mentioned. And here I am procrastinating. At least I'm writing something!

I Need Tickets Now, or Life in Technicolor II

It's 4.26am. Freezing cold Melbourne weather. The heater's on (and I don't usually turn the heater on unless it's really cold, because I have to pay for the electricity bill, and the more electricity I use, the more I pay), so it must be pretty darn cold. That doesn't make for a very comfortable experience, and as much as I said that I would love the cold weather, I'm getting pretty tired and annoyed of it.

My Uni mates got Coldplay tickets today. I want them. Very badly. I still remember my sister, Kim, telling me that they were the number one band/artist/group that she would pay money to go and see, which is unusual, but excellent (I am proud of my sister) (who has gone to Super Junior as well, so yeah), as her taste in music is pretty darn good. Am gonna wake up Friday morning bright and early (if I'm not finishing up assignments) to buy them.

Week 12 already, 1st Semester of Uni is coming to an end. I feel as though I have not made any progress in my writing. That's not a good thing, see, so I'd better do something about that. The second half of this year I promise to:

Read More
Write More
Get a Freaking Job
Stop Buying Things from eBay
Take More Photographs
Play Some Music (Bring Bass Over?)
Stop Sleeping Late
Stop Lying To Self About Sleeping Late

That's to come, though.

OUT OF NOWHERE, or Sorry For Party Rocking

I did the most spontaneous thing I've ever done in my life less than 24 hours ago.

I was thinking to myself, "Hmm, I wonder when's the next Airasia sale." So I googled it.

How very serendipitous that it should be on!

So, to cut an extremely long story short, I'm going to the Philippines in February 2013!

WHAT AN AWESOME, FREAKISHLY RANDOM THING TO DO! WHOOOOOOOOO

When I checked the fares, it was RM122 incl. tax, but I was too late so it bumped up to RM187 or something like that. What to do? Just go!

Going with a few mates of mine, trying to gather more, man this trip's gonna be sick!

My only regret is that I booked the accommodation a little to hurriedly. Now I can't change. What to do.


CLARK, BABY!

I'll Write, or What You Know

I guess I really should write in you, shouldn't I? Yes, yes I should. As someone who's taking a Creative Writing degree, I should write a whole lot more than I actually do. My life has become lazy and pathetic, and I stay in front of the computer, inspiration-less and pointless. I am wasting my own time here, but now, I feel like this is a good idea: To keep writing.

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