Hello and good day to all😊 This blog exists as a medium to post my series of creative writing in order to fulfil my third task of the course TSLB3252 (Creative Writing). Taking this opportunity, of course, I might as well promote my other blog here 😉 (the only difference is the content is bilingual while the author is the same person, which is me.). . Anyway, let me tell you a little bit about this blog name and its URL. As you can see, this blog name is A Thousand Words and it is as literal as it is. Though it is named A Thousand Words because the song A Thousand Years was playing in my head, I thought that it would sound good if I named it like so. For publicity purposes, see. And, won't all the creative posts here reach 1000 words, after all? . However, is it enough to convey our complex emotions with a thousand words? Have you ever heard this: "a thousand words and I still can't tell you I like you" (the pickup line, phew). Have you ever felt li...
‘How charmingly naive,’ was what crossed my mind when I heard people said children particularly love new teachers. Naive, as they hadn’t figure out if the new teacher is an angel or a devil, yet still liked them undoubtedly. That is, before the teacher enters their class, obviously. So when I first went to school, I half expected what would happen. And sure enough, I was correct. The children begged me to enter their class, not knowing how unfriendly or how stern I was. However, even when I entered their class, showing no signs of what people call adorable and likeable kind of teacher, the children were still begging me to enter their class again. This was the other half of what I hadn’t expected. Anyway, that was not the point of this story. It all began when I was asked to enter the Year 4 class. Of course, I would agree. After all, I was just...
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