Death to Giving Up!

I was stuck in the middle of finishing my words. 

I’m doing a short story as I had promised to send one for my school. The teachers are going to publish a story book so; they need help from the alumni. And I really interested and wanted to give a hand.

I love this work except the fact that the story is limited only to a specific theme (I am a school's student). Thus, it’s quiet challenging for me – to talk about school hood story after six or seven years....errr.....grandma !

I’m not sure if I remember none of them because they are so many…...or 

I’m a really bad student.

However, this is not a time to give up. So I continue to figure out more possible ways to get ideas for this writing. “Hello, where are you guys?”!

For today, I went to the library. Miss Q had already cancelled her class, so pretty nice to grab this opportunity to find reference books for my assignments. & of course, I found some interesting books to read..and now I can’t wait to start my writing!

Far from a mundane night. 

Dinner at Domino’s Pizza with my housemates today, could never stop me from keep thinking about the best way to tell my story. I grabbed a blank paper and hooray! I'm done with my draft.

I hope, this piece of draft is going to inspire this world. Because I believe in what I see, in what I learn and I what I understand.

p/s: Credits to Writing 101 & credits to "Just When I Needed You" for giving me inspirations. Thanks a lot!

Brief

If I were that boy,

I would like to quote any words from my girl’s favorite books.

I would like to continue her reading on poems that she likes.

I would read in front of her lyrics of songs that she loves.

I would consume her writing even though it doesn’t enough to understand the whole story of her life.

I would.

Unlock My Mind

I didn’t come to class for the first whole week. And everyone was wondering why. 

I’m not sick. I have no important business. Still, I didn't come to class.

All the time at home, I just really wanted to screw up everything and planned to tell my lecturers that I have no valid reasons or any letter of excuses to get escape from classes. I am intentionally did this.

I’m getting tired. All this time, I just follow instructions, do right things, acting so perfect and cheers people. Perhaps some get inspired. I become a person which afraid to makes a mistake. For what? I still not happy. 

I realized that students are rushing to finish all their hectic, chaotic and blowonic semesters. I’m a student but I’m not a robot. Nor a machine. I'm just a little human. Not all the time I can be positive.  

So I said to myself, follow my simple plan. Breakin’ the rules. Do whatever I really wanted to do.

If I’m not ready to perform, I don’t have to push myself out of my limit. I don’t care about what people..my friends are going to say. They didn’t pay for my fees. Plus, the worst part is some even copied my notes for final exam..without saying ‘thank you’. Passed with flying colors and forget me..?? Absurd. Silly. 

If I get a chance, I would yell to them that at the first place, I shouldn't have meet them on this planet. They're just jerks!  

I came back to college on the following week. Only when I’m ready for it. I don’t know where this crazy idea did comes from but yet, it feels like so true. So genuine. And I am absolutely happy for this - to break the rules. No fear. No headache.

Dear diary and readers, that’s all I wanted to say.

Lastly, don’t try this by you own unless you feel it true.