Sunday, December 27, 2015

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 2

26 Dec 2015 (oops I missed a day dammit)
Day 2: Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.

Charlie met Daniel at a company event. 

They both worked for Walter Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the world. Charlie got the job through spectacular GPA and interview; Daniel got his through his father, not that he needed it. Charlie handled financial transactions for the Asian branches; Daniel was a genius at advertising. Charlie was a young highflier who was still looking for her passions; Daniel already landed his dream job.

The first impression was not spectacular. Their boss, Mr. Walter, a man in his fifties with streaked grey hair and three marriages, arranged for the Asian department to sit with the advertising department, for he was too lazy to organise seating other than in alphabetical order. Charlie arrived early. Daniel arrived three minutes late and sat beside Charlie. They made small talk, smiled politely, and went home with utter nonchalance. They forgot each other’s names within the week.

Daniel first started to really notice Charlie a year later, when he was assigned to create an ad campaign for the Asian department’s new product. He spent most of his time with the designer of the product and only saw Charlie a total of two times he first week, both when he went to the lounge for a cuppa. She walked with her head held high, the sound of strong, sure steps clicking away from her black heels. While Charlie was not extraordinarily beautiful, Daniel found that she was a very attractive woman. He was attracted to her confidence, which could easily be mistaken as pride had he not seen her pouring over her notes in her work-messy desk, and her smile that can only be described as confident. By the end of the first week, Daniel’s interest was piqued by this sure, strong young woman, but he did not even know her name.

Daniel made the first move. The next time he saw Charlie in the lounge, he approached her under the pretence of discussing the advertisement budget. But because they both wanted more, the conversation easily diverged into personal stories. Chatting in the lounge turned into never-ending texting. Regular texting turned into regular lunches during hours. Lunches extended to dinners. Work day meetings extended to holiday meetings. Constant meetings were eventually not enough, and they moved in together, a year after Daniel made the first move.

Charlie met Richard at a company event. 

Their first meeting was spectacular. Charlie’s friend, Ms Evans, a woman in her fifties with streaked grey hair and zero marriages, arranged for Charlie’s start-up company, Charlie & Co., to sit with the people of Chunky Crisps Industry, for she was too lazy to organise seating other than in alphabetical order. Charlie arrived early. Richard was already there and intentionally emptied the seat beside him. They made small talk, smiled politely, and went to his home with electrified nerves. They never forgot each other’s names.

Daniel first started to really notice Charlie a month later, when he went home early because of a sudden fever. She spent most of her days in the company and only saw Daniel two times that week, both when she went home for a change of clothes. She walked with her head down, the sound of muffled tip-toe tapping on their wooden floors. While Charlie was not extraordinarily quiet, Daniel found that she was very detached. He saw her wilfulness, which he realised he had mistaken for confidence had he not seen her in bed with Richard that day, and her smile could only be described as calcuated. By the end of the week, Daniel lost the wilful, flakey young woman, but he could not forget her name.


Afterthoughts: Wanted to write a fluffy, tragic story of lost love but realised I rambled too much and exceeded the word limit so I made Charlie a cheating a-hole to end it. 613 words not including Charlie’s pov. A story of lost love.


Charlie’s POV, after Daniel’s POV:
Charlie first started to really notice Daniel when he was assigned to create an ad campaign for the her department’s new product. He spent most of his time with the designer of the product and she only saw him a total of two times the first week, both when she went to the lounge for snacks. He walked with slow, deliberate, long steps and barely any sound. While Daniel was not extraordinarily handsome, Charlie found that Daniel was a very attractive man. She was attracted to his easy-going demeanour, which could easily be mistaken for laziness had she not seen his multitudes of drafts and proposals, and his smile that made her lips quirk reflexively. By the end of the first week, Charlie’s interest was piqued by this capable, friendly young man, but she did not even know his name. [Can delete.]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 1

So I've decided to take up the 30 Day Writing Challenge and I'm going to use the one from 30daychallengearchive. This is to help me improve my writing (because right now it's quite bad) so read at your own risk. All challenges will be tagged 30DWC.

My (personal) rules:
No planning. No thinking. No backtracking. Just write. 500 words everyday.

24 Dec 2015
Day 1: Select a book at random in the room.  Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story. (I do. - The Fault In Our Stars)

I do.

I hear the trembling words. I can see nothing but blackness, feel nothing but blackness, hear nothing. Like I’m in an endless void. Trapped. Alone. 

“I-I…” I stammer, unwilling to sign away my soul. It senses my hesitation. It is unpleased. I can feel its breath on my neck. The light flicks of its tongue caressing my jugular as it hisses threateningly.
Say it.

“I-I-I d-do-o” I force out. Had my senses not been void, I would feel my tears. I can sense its joy at my surrender. I feel myself being lifted up, into uneven arms, as we descend down, down, down. I would be alarmed, but I had long ago lost my bearings of up or down, left or right, of above ground or otherwise.

What I can sense though, is the smell. The stench. Its stench. The smell of a hundred rotting corpses. The smell that now envelops me, surrounds me, traps me. I would feel nauseous, except my body isn’t quite what it was. I doubt I have the ability to feel nauseous.

My perfect bride.

It is said with so much conviction, it is almost violent. My trembling increases.

Come now. Soon you will be reborn and lose the silly emotion of fear.

I try to scream, but I can feel the absence of my mouth, or vocal chords. Instead, a warm feeling replaces the absent vibrations of sound in my windpipe. I try to scream, again and again, but the warmth increases the harder I try. It is painful. Like a raging fire that is spreading across my body.

Shh, shh. Calm down. You are hurting yourself. My bride has to be perfect.

I try to calm down but I can’t. I’m terrified. I’m losing feeling in my senses. The fire burns away my teeth, my lips, my nose, my eyes. Leaving nothing but an absence behind. My heart beats impossibly faster.

STOP IT. YOU ARE RUINING MY BRIDE.

I can’t I can’t, I metaphorically sob. I can feel my soul crying as the fire burns away my collarbone, my ribs, my breasts, my arms, my fingers. As the fire washes over them, they stiffen and harden and cease to exist to me. The harder my soul cries, the more unruly the fire, the more uneven I feel myself hardening. It is more painful than I’ve ever felt. I want to die, but I am already dead. 

Your outer covering is uneven. Flawed.

The fire spreads even more. I lose my torso, my hips, my thighs, my calves, my feet, my toes. All that’s left is a faint weight of a useless heart, and the crackling of cranial fluid as it solidifies around my brain.

Look what you’ve done. Another piece of trash. And you had so much potential to be my perfect bride.

I can sense it throwing my unjointed hard body into other hard bodies. We are all trapped in our own nothingness.

Now you’re just a mannequin.

Afterthoughts: It started out as some lizard-demon-bride ritual thing but ended up becoming a mannequin horror. 503 words. Story is inconsistent, especially the parts about the absence of senses. Oh, well. No horror tomorrow though. LET’S WRITE FLUFF.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS hope y'all had a good Christmas and spent it with people who made you happy~

Walking towards Gardens by the Bay 
Helix Bridge
Gardens by The Bay: Christmas Edition



Hotpot @ ongong's house!
Yum yumz

The cutest bunny named Toki
Extremely soft fur!
Toki is so cute! When you stop petting him he'll lick and lick you until you continue. 
But don't spoil him too much or he'll try to hump you.

♥ ❣ MERRY CHRISTMAS ❣ 

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Eczema

I have a chronic case of mild(?) eczema (self-diagnosed). I went to a chinese doctor once and all she said was "you are too heaty" and I swear my face blackened immediately and I never went back.

(I didn't take any pictures but I found this online and it looks exactly like mine.)
Hand Eczema
(P.S. I googled eczema and it was gruesome. NSFW.) Yup like that, but slightly worse because the ridges were cracking and bleeding and it hurt to move my fingers at worst times. I used to have very bad cracking and bleeding in the areas behind the knees, elbows, neck, corners of mouth etc, basically anywhere that sweat could accumulate. It's better now because I forced myself to stop scratching. (Scratching ➝ bigger injuries ➝ more itchy ➝ scratching...)

Luckily for me, the main cause of my eczema was dry and oversensitive skin (which I totally blame on my nanny who bathed me in clothes detergent when I was a newborn). So, I am washing my hands less often, only using mild soap once every two days, and moisturise myself head-to-toe after every soap use. Now I still have scars and small outbreaks (around the fingers) every now and then, but it's much better already.

Products I really like:
Body wash - Johnson's baby wash or PH5.5 body wash
Shampoo - anything
Moisturiser - Johnson's baby lotion (milk + rice) it smells great and is not sticky at all, promise
(I'm like a baby)

When outbreaks happen I try to stay clear of water (it pulls moisture from breaks in the skin) and moisturise at least twice a day, or anytime it feels dried out. In Singapore's humid weather, do not use oily lotions or dirt will get stuck to your skin.

Good luck to you if you have eczema as well~ Do try to go to the doctor to get a proper diagnosis! (Unlike me ahaha)

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Irritable (My friendship problem)

I need to get this out of my system. I've realized that I have friendship limits. After a period of time of being *A*'s friend, there comes a sudden and dramatic turning point in my brain that makes me so damn annoyed at A. Every single thing A does annoy me. A's speech, A's wardrobe, the sound of A's voice AND EVEN A'S FREAKING SMELL (like wth am I a dog). So. Freaking. Annoying.

And I don't like being annoyed at A! We've been friends a couple of years, been quite close, there was even a period of time where A was my best friend... Then all of a sudden, I find A so annoying I don't even want to risk asking out our mutual friends so that I don't have to see A. I don't like this. I miss liking A and having meals together and stuff. But now I can't and ugghhhh so frustrated.

A is not the only one. There've been B and C and I got annoyed for a few months and then I got over it and now we are still friends (albeit not so close), but enough that I am able to enjoy their presence ALONE.

I don't even know who to tell omggg. Can't tell our mutual friends. (I have a strict "only complain to neutral parties" policy because bad experience in secondary school.) I need advice people. Is this normal?? Or is my brain just that weird. If this behaviour translates to romantic relationships... I can never get married.

(Am supposed to be studying for my mid-terms but this is ruining my study-mood T^T)


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

How To Ask For Favours

This is a very very recent pet peeve. It was only realised this morning, but tbh it's been brewing for a month or so now. So I have some friends, as I'm sure you do too, the overly polite friend who is so afraid of offending everyone and talks so damn courteously all the time and says the word "sorry" more than any other word. (Yeah that's not me. I rage in your face.) Let's call the friend A.

Anyway this afternoon A was *hinting* that A needed another friend of mine (B) and I to help A do something. This is our -altered- text conversation:

A: Hey are you in school?
Me: Yup. Having class now.
A: Oh lol okay nevermind then haha thanks.
(Okay so the polite thing is to ask what A wants but at this point I'm already sick of having to dig information out of A. So I didn't reply.)

And at the same time, A was texting B too. Same convo. But B dug for more.

B: What is it lol
A: Oh I was wondering if you could help me do A3 color lol.
But nvm.
B: What A3 color?
A: Hahaha no, just printing coloured A3 stuff.
B: Aren't you in school? Then what? How to pass to you?
A: Ahaha nope nah it's okay I'll just print it outside thanks anyway.

Do you see what I want to rage at. Like HELLO, WOMAN. You are trying to ask me for a favour WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DIG FOR INFORMATION ON HOW TO DO YOU A FAVOUR. It's one thing to be polite and unobtrusive but this is ridiculous. If you want a favour, ask. Don't change your mind after 2 sentences. This happens way too often that I am raging.

ALSO. This is a TEXT message exchange. Not a conversation. I don't have time for you to slowly small talk me into doing you a favour. Sure, small talk takes a minute face-to-face but IT CAN DRAG FOREVER when you're texting.

So this is how to ask me for a favour via text:

-Greetings- (eg hey, how are you....)
Straight to the point favour where I won't have any questions to ask (eg can you please help me print ______ and pass it to me later in class?)
-the end-

Ideally my answer would only be an "okay, sure" or "sorry I can't".

Please do not make people -me- work to do you a favour. I won't want to do it.


Side note, it is better to make small talk a bit before asking for a favour when dealing face-to-face or with people you are not close to. It's more polite plus body language is extremely important in making people like you. And in the real world, connections are everything.

Toodles~

Monday, August 3, 2015

When you are bored... Play games/apps

Year 2 semester 1 is about to start~ And I've officially become a NEET (not in education, employment, or training) for the past week. So I've gone through a lot of apps in my spare time... As well as sleep 12 hours a day and spend the over 12 lying in bed when I had my period because it was so bad :'(
"It's so unfair why don't guys' balls fall off every month" is what I keep thinking ahahaha... No offence.

Anyway. If you are a NEET too, you can check out these awesome apps!


1. Colorfy: Coloring Book For Adults (Free)

Dammn cool you just color INSIDE the lines :)
Tbh I just downloaded it today and I spent so much time on it already....
Some of the drawings (colorings?) I did:

When your hair on point


Looks like a hippie cancer cell


Obviously I cannot goldfish



2. Broken Age ($$)


I love this game really. The story is interesting, the colors are awesome, and it's easy enough that you won't get stuck for a longgg time. I have no patience for normal RPG's, so if you are like me you should totally go try out Broken Age. Available on all platforms (I think).



3. Monument Valley ($$)



Simple, smooth design, great graphics, novel gameplay.




4. Deemo ($$)



Piano playing app that is designed dammnnn well. Deemo kinda reminds me of slenderman which does creep me out though. ):
I love all the songs composed by V.K.



5. The Battle Cats (Free)


CATS. BATTLING OTHER STUFF. Sold yet?



And a lot of other more mainstream apps like Legend of The Cryptids (awesome art, lots of boobs hahaha), The Sims Freeplay, Soda Crush, Hearthstone, Kim Kardashian Hollywood (they have nice clothes) etc etc.
Happy playing~