I have two options:
A) I take an ESL course and travel to Europe and teach. I would use my savings to study at Miami Ad School Berlin and study copywriting.
B) I take a two-year photography course that can help me get a job in the creative industry.
The problem with teaching is that I'll be a teacher, and I don't want to be a teacher and I don't know how long it'll take to save enough money for school again.
The problem with the photography course is I don't know how I'll make money throughout the course but the job prospects are good after the study.
What should I do?2 AnswersHigher Education (University +)2 months ago
None of the brains
all of the stains
it's not unfair
it's a pair of goggles that I need
to pick out the rock
My socks are wet
it was raining yesterday
now it's not
but I'm still in a rotten mood
do you mind?
Kind, smart, good-looking
I had all three
now it's won or lost
and I've cashed my blank cheque
so don't check me out
man, I've got a big snout2 AnswersPoetry2 months ago
Your creative platforms
So it's all about storytelling right? It's all about being creative? Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before.
The way businesses sell us these jobs can be tiring. The jargon becomes our fresh batch of lingo, and the hopes and dreams start becoming hinged on the mood and nudged opinion of a stranger (an HR director to be exact).
What's the problem with that? Nothing, really. But something, too. Marketing writing is not a creative endeavour but it requires creative writing to stay up-beat and wanting to do the work. So find your creative platforms of expression so that you can stay on top of your game. Because, writing is a passion. Writing is our lifeline - but don't let them know that.
My personal creative outlet is Yahoo Answers where I post my poetry and it's doing wonders to my writing. Not only have I regained my voice, but my imagination has been perked up, and I enjoy writing just as much as I used to when I was younger posting my poetry then.
Awkward1 AnswerPoetry5 months ago
Forward me your info
forward me your deets
I can't hold my breathe for those tears
because I know fears hold a place
in your chest.
Best if we don't study our lives
best if lies are left unturned
and this music stays untuned.
Come on and hurry with your feedback
lack of lust and passion on my cracked-
don't stain the window.2 AnswersPoetry5 months ago
Stepping into mud is a dream
the mundane has no more seams
the threads of nightmares tie up my brain
in the night.
I am collected in the midst of bravery
when I imagine a stage
the phases of phrases left for the deranged
my poetry has no remains.
The skeletons of my past never last
they quiver, shiver, and dissipate
I don't wait till I'm late
I grab a coffee and snatch my fate
It's 3 in the morning and I'm over-drawn
maybe the day feels better at dawn.2 AnswersPoetry5 months ago
Break away from the End
Untie the knots
And turn at the bend
Those white sweats could be cropped
Numb at the trigger point
Sometimes I come alive
It makes me want to die.
Numb at the mind
Once one thought comes alive
I sneak past each word
Earth has lost its pearls.
White sweats need to be cropped
Long legs need to be swapped
Dangly arms and the angular form
Behind him he stands
Behind him he snarls
He's tied to his friend
At the bend
They walk along the supermarket
His friend is happy to be there
But he doesn't know I'm here
Numb at the trigger.
He's got more to him than meets the eye.
Maybe it's that bread
Maybe it's the rye.
He holds him tightly
He holds him snug
He smokes a blunt, outside.
Glaring at me he stands
An affront to his denial
That I have a will of my own
I won't stand in his way no more
I wont' take what I'm owed
I won't break what I'm told
For lunch or for dinner
But maybe we could be friends
in the end,
at the bend.1 AnswerPoetry5 months ago