For we must all learn to howl.

I know this probably sucks. I don't care. I own this. Use this and fucking die. “You’re useless!” The words crack through the air at the same time that the belt lands on my back. Crack. “You’re worthless!” Crack. “Good-for-nothing!” Crack. “I wish I never had you as my child!” Crac- I stand up, catching the belt in my hand. I’m filled with such anger that I can barely breathe. Funny how I relish that breathlessness, that walk on the fine line between reason and rage-filled insanity. For a moment I just stand there, clutching the end of the worn leather belt in my right hand and feeling the white-hot pain that pulsates through me, radiating through my body. My back may have taken most of the hits, but my father had most certainly put his all into that blow that was stopped by my hand. I’ll probably have bruises all over me tomorrow (I can already see angry red welts forming on my palm) but I don’t care. Right now, all I see is red. When I speak my voice trembles...

We did it. It's over. As of 6pm today, we celebrated being first-year graduates, having survived our first year in Temasek Polytechnic's Diploma in Communications and Media Management (CMM). We've said goodbye to our lecturers and tutors, and we won't be seeing them till next year (which is sometime mid-April). We've said goodbye to our current classmates, knowing that we'll all be separated next year and that we probably won't have the time to see one another unless there are lectures for core subjects that we'll have to take. Today's highlights were the Percomm presentation (2-4pm) and the MMP test that we had to take (5-6pm). And, of course, the ever elusive taste of the freedom that would be given to us should we be able to survive till 6pm. I don't know what to think about the presentation. Our group worked extremely hard on the report, and made sure that the report was as watertight as it could be. When it came to preparing our presen...

Gah, screw MMP. I'm fucked.

I'm sure that pretty much everybody has heard of Whitney Houston's untimely passing. She was 48 at the time..... I don't know much about her, and I've never been a huge fan of her music, but I definitely appreciate her songs. After all, who isn't familiar with her songs like "I Will Always Love You" and "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)"? I can't say much, because it's not as though I knew her personally, and I definitely can't say that her music changed my life, because it didn't. But I grew up with some of her songs, and even if she wasn't a celebrity, I would still be upset because every death is upsetting. That's all I'm gonna say. On a slightly more cheerful note, Happy Valentine's Day to everybody! If you have someone special to celebrate it with, good for you! Make each day like it's Valentine's Day yeah (no matter how cheesy that sounds). For those of you single ladies (and gentlemen) o...

It's slightly scary to think that school ends next Friday at 6pm. I'll no longer be a CMM freshie. There'll be a major break, then it'll be back to school as a second-year student, a junior. It boggles my mind. My friends and I will probably be split up (we'll be sorted into new classes according to our electives, so I hear) and I guess that the only times we'll be able to meet up will be if and when we drag one another out for lunch or something. I'm gonna miss my classmates a lot, to tell the truth. I'm not close to them, but I will genuinely miss 1C03. We've had some good times. In all truth, it's been a good year. I have really fond memories of this year (all involving school, of course): from running in heels  and full formal wear from the 2nd floor to 4th floor to 6th floor to 2nd floor all over again, to choking down cup noodles while rushing articles and reports at 4pm (all due at 5pm), to skipping a lecture just to clean up a repor...

Good lord, how long has it been since I last blogged? So many things have happened... Or should I say so much schoolwork has happened. The Photography essay has been submitted: I got a B grade. I don't know what to feel about my grade, right now it's just a grade to me. It doesn't mean anything more. I'm kind of disappointed in myself for not being able to get an A, but even I can tell you that my photos were not good enough. They're not shabby, but they definitely not fantastic either. The Journalism assignments have been submitted, both the Individual Writing Assignment (IWA) and In-Class Assignment (ICA), and I'm pleased to be able to say that I scored an A for those. Whew! Plus, we just submitted our ICA3 today at 5pm. To all girls out there: Running from Level 1 of a building to Level 4, then up to Level 6, and then down to Level 2 sucks. Running the whole course in formal wear and heels is hell. And did I mention I was in heels? Yeah, I was in heels. It...