Week 2

5:00 AM

The alarm goes off and I hit snooze.

5:10 AM

My alarm snoozes and I get up with eyes closed. I sit in my bed and my feet freeze as they touch the cold marble floor; my bedroom slippers are hiding yet again under my bed.

I curse, this early in the morning.

Downstairs Mother is having breakfast. "Good morning," I say and get my morning kiss.

I take my seat, grab a cup of coffee and fix my eyes on the morning news on TV.

6:45 AM

All dressed, I stare at myself in the mirror: hair neatly put away in a ponytail, eyes tired due to sleep deprivation.

I grab my bag and leave.

7:15 AM

Traffic is sparse.

The bus takes its endless course from the bus station to its destination. Its passengers - a sales clerk, a college student and a bunch of businessmen and office workers - either make urgent calls, take a nap or imagining themselves as the lead in a music video of the song playing on their iPod.

I, on the other hand, stare blankly at space; I in slumber with eyes open.

8:30 AM

The university is as surreal as ever. As cars pile up and other students arrive, I hurry my self to class.

8: 45 AM

Everyone's exchange of gossip abruptly stops as the professor arrives. Everything then turns into a blur.

4:00 PM

I awake from hibernation.

After a few goodbye's I take the bus home. I sit at the far end and forget the world's existence.

And that of my own.

10: 45

Homework done and projects crammed, I prepare myself for sleep.

11:00 PM

Still breathing.

I feel like I'm dead but breathing.

© chelsea chen.

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Routine. Existence. by KASH

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Week 1

© misswallflower

It was Monday when she first saw him and his goofy smile. It was just a smile, nothing special. She even believed that hers was far more charming. For her, it was nothing but a set of cavities spread underneath a red tint on ripening tomatoes. Well, not-so-red tint as a matter of fact.

It was Tuesday when he said hi for the first time. She looked back when he called her name and saw a brightly-lit crescent moon fixed on his face. She smiled back and thought how this moon can be so warm and inviting.

It was Wednesday when they passed by each other again. He was joking around with his friends, his smiles contrasting the cold, concrete walls of the School of Economics. When their eyes met, he smiled at her and so did she. His smile reminded her of the endless smiley doodles on her notes. That night, she found herself doodling more yellow smiley emoticons, adding glasses to each one.

It was Thursday when she felt excited to go to school. With the hopes of seeing him again, she wore a dress. She didn’t know how, but his smile was like Jollibee’s - the smile that made her smile when she was younger.

It was Friday when she found bananas quite sweet and addicting it became her favorite fruit. But then again, she thought, that no banana could match up with the sweetness of the smile of the person at the far end of the cafeteria she’d been staring at.

It was Saturday, after her make-up classes, when she saw him holding hands with another girl. The girl was petite and had fair complexion; she thought that the girl was too skinny and had crooked teeth. That evening, while she was reviewing for a math test, she suddenly closed her notes. She was reviewing about parabolas, and they reminded her of his smile. She hated math even more because of that.

It was Sunday when she stopped adding glasses on those smiley doodles. In her eyes, his smile was just a smile. Only that this smile was as sweet as her favorite Hershey’s chocolate.

It was Monday of the following week when she saw him and his goofy smile again. It was just a smile, but it was also something special. Hers was far more charming, but she can’t deny the fact that his had a certain charm.

She believed that the magic of Cupid’s arrow wore off, though. Or tried to believe at least.

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Week by KASH