i want to believe

the creative writing course ended today. i can't say i'll miss it, but it feels a little sad to know that was the last lesson i will ever have in nanyang. and it wasn't too bad, to be honest. sure, getting up shit early every day sucked, but somehow i feel like i've actually learnt something. we read stories, we shared secrets, we went incognito in chinatown... i guess we had fun. so that's not too bad for a gcp; i don't think local cip could have been better. oh and how could i forget the chocolates.