My Creative Writing Class

Approximately 4 days ago, Monday, February 18^th, 2013 was my first day of the 6^th semester. Okay this was Monday, the day of which a number of souls would still feel like cling onto the dear holiday. Admittedly, at first that was exactly what happened to me too. However, that was just a temporary displeasure. I remember then that the opening subject for that Monday was Creative Writing class. The first thing comes to my mind when I heard the word Creative Writing, I was like, “Great! This subject sounds fun. I should definitely take it”. Of all the choice of subjects in my schedule, at least I feel lucky I got this enjoyable one. It's like an oasis in the middle of a desert. The first meeting was already so good, even though the class was kind of quiet. Mas Dalih, the lecturer of this class told us to make a blog as an assignment. Well, this is it. Our first assignment was the writing of five senses. He taught us that creative writing is not about telling your readers, but rather showing them of what you actually want to say. It's like dragging the readers to your world of imagination: let them see what you see, what you smell, what you taste, what you touch, and what you hear. This Creative Writing class is indeed an alternative of escapism to free your imagination. Thus, from that moment on, I felt like I got my first presupposition right. This class is gonna be amazing.

Can You Sense Me?

See Me

The first thing I remember of my favorite place is its state of boundless-like. As far as my eyes wandered, my head tilted around, all I could catch sight of was the seemingly higher and broader sky than the usual. Far away before me spread out an endless horizon and abundant amount of water. I didn’t even have to struggle perceiving through the clarity a couple feet beneath where I stood. Once in a while the wave rolled into little ringlets toward the shore, gently blurred the scenery of numerous of colorful fish that kept on playing around the corals. When my head turned over eastward, the sun gave such friendly warmth, though it was still shining shyly in-between the row of coconut trees. Now it feels heart-warming as I retrieve my memory to the old time at my favorite place. The time when I feel serene peace in an open outdoor, in Pacitan, East Java, Indonesia: a beautiful beach named Srau.

Smell Me

The stench of unfinished laundry never fails to make my forehead to my eyebrows frown. It is sure a great distraction from whatsoever I have been doing. Such smell is a thrust to my olfactory, and it could potentially sink people’s mood as well as mine. Every time I inhale that kind of malodor by chance, all I can think of is to spray as much fragrance as possible. That, if I can find any of not-so-striking perfume nearby, either way round I would try to gasp for some fresh air right away. The more nerve-racking moment is when I find out that the smell actually comes from the outfit I’m wearing. I really need to get rid off of it immediately. Otherwise, it would feel like committing suicide by choking on such stale-like stench.

Taste Me

Angels know what it feels like to taste my favorite food. People would generally love it: kids can hardly resist it, adults might as well enjoy the taste of it, and elders would likely find it digestively friendly. This sort of dessert tastes sweet and yummy, sometimes with juicy fruit flavor, but I’d rather love mine to be the chocolate one poured with cream upon it. Anytime I feel upset, this little dessert could do as my personal sedative that calms me down. Rich in flavor, creamy, milky, and when the cream melts down in my tongue, it will leave me craving for more. This chocolate pudding is officially my all time favorite food, I even have no idea how this dessert could cast its magic ability to draw me a silly smile from ear to ear after eating it.

Hear Me

I usually wake up to the sound of my alarm at half past four in the morning. Nevertheless, this morning I didn’t hear that tinkling jolly song of Depapepe, a Japanese acoustic duo, which is entitled Hi-D. My alarm was a complete mess this morning, and I know later that a nasty kid has changed the setting from AM to PM. Fortunately or unfortunately, instead of my routine soundtrack, I did wake up to the sound of my youngest sister’s yell from her way in front of the bathroom. Yes, my house has only 1 bathroom which often resulting in the family’s competition of using it. This was exactly portrayed through my sister’s piercing shout to my other sister this morning. However, it didn’t stop there. As I had presumably expected, they ended up screaming out toward each other. Oh girls… Even if it happened beyond the wall, who didn’t get awake to such noisy cat-fight? I think my long-dead grand parents could have resurrected just to hush these kids out.

Touch Me

Wait… not literally. That would be awkward. I mean not really touch myself but you may want to sense what it’s like to be in my shoes. Now this one is literally. Almost every day I wear those pair of grey-faded-colored canvas shoes, which I think is pretty comfortable. The lower bases are made of rubber, covered with another rubber again, and the inner surfaces are quiet soft with fabric upon it. I wonder how people would wear socks if they have much softer innersoles than mine.. Well, basically I like the texture of my shoes: not so slippery yet smooth enough to keep my feet feel warm like they’re at home. Even so, I still believe that the down-to-earth barefooted nature is the best. I love being barefooted! Hidup cekeran!

Greetings From Unknown Space

Hello, Earth. 
Nice to meet you. First of all let me introduce myself. I am Alia Arsy Arya Arga. I think I am a human, a female, and usually a fierce omnivore. I love what I do, I do what I love. That pretty much sounds like Zenism, eh?
Basically, Auguries of Anthelion is my first blog with actual words, my pour of thoughts and feelings all over it. Unlike my other personal blog which mostly displays any random things I like (art, adrenaline stuff, culture, music), this blog is especially made for creative writing.
Why Auguries? why anthelion? The thing is, I like nature phenomenon, particularly one that involves our mother earth, sun, space, and universe. I'd be really pleased if I have a chance to be a witness to this rare phenomenon (which I have no idea when it will be happen, unfortunately). Furthermore, the name Auguries of Anthelion has the initial of AA, not necessarily rhyming but since it gets along with the initial of my name then I feel like I should use it. Anyway, I've decided to inscribe the definition of 'anthelion' beneath the title, just in case if any of you wonder what it is.
Well, in this first post, I really am clueless of what more I can show you, but let me unveil you to my little secret here...
I glorify oddity.
That can also be a disclaimer if this very first blog post of mine, or maybe also what I will post onward, are going to be a sort of weird. Okay then, so I guess that's just a little glance about me and my blog. I'll catch you later on my next post, okay? Stay happy! :)