I'm missing home again.
Going through pictures in Facebook of my bon voyage parties, parties before that, outings before that. Smiles and bumming. Having a partner to lean on. Times when things were stress-free and everything was familiar.
Home-sickness.
It hits me intermittently everyday.
At times, it even reaches to a point where I so close to just dropping everything I'm doing here and just buying a ticket back home.
I don't have much friends here, or close ones at least, and I certainly can't do the same things as I have at home due to the ridiculous prices here. And time is too precious yet wasted (I "multi-task", writing assignments then spending minutes to hours surfing around to make myself feel better).
Short break is coming up so hopefully as days from this reality pass, my batteries will be recharged and I'll have the full energy to tackle the remaining semester head on.
Friday, 22 April 2011
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Tales of an Older Chinese Man
Words and tales from an old Chinese man over dinner. He talks of the old days, his first love, starts of his businesses, and his life as it has been.
Wise words come out. He shares wisdom on how to raise children, to form a strong bond with them by not criticizing them once they've developed or entered the stage of autonomy.
More stories come, of how out of nine children of a poor Chinese family, when times were hard, all of the children worked and contributed to each other's well being. Working as 'adults' to place food on the table and order in the family. This is where he learned business, as he was 'in-charge' in helping his father to sell biscuits in the busy 'Chinese' town of their little city. Learning to hold money, orders and processes to make transactions and collaborations work. He grew up to own gas stores, restaurants, real estate business, and such. From the rough times of his childhood came riches and wealth from learning to work hard.
And what of the children of the present? Times may be hard, but not as hard as it was during and after the world wars, where poverty and deaths were visible on the streets and even in homes. Do they learn how to save money from 'The Hills'? Manage relationships from 'Gossip Girl'? And be proud of who they are from 'Bratz'?
Our world is getting complex as progress is knowledge and technology go on, and traditions are left behind, seen as inconvenient or unnecessary. What becomes of our children?
Wise words come out. He shares wisdom on how to raise children, to form a strong bond with them by not criticizing them once they've developed or entered the stage of autonomy.
More stories come, of how out of nine children of a poor Chinese family, when times were hard, all of the children worked and contributed to each other's well being. Working as 'adults' to place food on the table and order in the family. This is where he learned business, as he was 'in-charge' in helping his father to sell biscuits in the busy 'Chinese' town of their little city. Learning to hold money, orders and processes to make transactions and collaborations work. He grew up to own gas stores, restaurants, real estate business, and such. From the rough times of his childhood came riches and wealth from learning to work hard.
And what of the children of the present? Times may be hard, but not as hard as it was during and after the world wars, where poverty and deaths were visible on the streets and even in homes. Do they learn how to save money from 'The Hills'? Manage relationships from 'Gossip Girl'? And be proud of who they are from 'Bratz'?
Our world is getting complex as progress is knowledge and technology go on, and traditions are left behind, seen as inconvenient or unnecessary. What becomes of our children?
Beef Stroganoff (by Cookie)
Picture of Beef Stroganoff I made for
myself and my 'flatmates' (brother and his girlfriend).
Experimented a bit by adding canned asparagus, but they
were too big and ended up breaking apart, making
the dish a bit greenish. Still turned out pretty good.
Still learning. I'll get better.
Monday, 18 April 2011
Don't wish...
“Don’t wish it were easier, wish you were better. Don’t wish for fewer problems, wish for more skills. Don’t wish for less challenges, wish for more wisdom.”
- Earl Shoaf
I am a Half Baked Cookie
I know! I'm so fickle!
This will be my last blog change (I hope).
Thank goodness no one reads this anyways (evil laugh).
From Girl on the Platform, to Island girl in the City, to this. I feel this will be my last little blog title as it describes fully what I am and what I'm striving to become. A baked cookie.
Cookie, for my obvious love of baked goodies and baking. And half baked because that's what I feel I am. You can say I'm a 'jack of all trades, master of none'. I have 'ideas' and 'basic' understandings of a number of talents, but have never been one to strive to its fullest potential. Examples: violin (I never learned to do vibrato), swimming (it only reached to a point of being a hobby), arts (I've stopped developing my skills due to busy school work), and others.
Through this blog, I will document my 'baking process', both hot and cold temperatures as this is the time (this phase of my life) where I can fully realize and strive to become someone my family can feel proud of. Or simply, be someone I can feel good about.
I want to create change in this world. I have dreams of creating charities, businesses, and becoming a doctor or a high-ranking nurse or even a professor. But I don't have the 'necessary' talents, just yet, to accomplish all these things.
I still have problems managing my time and tasks. I want to be able to hone at least one skill to its fullest. And I want to create a change, be it for the benefit of others or my own life.
The posts will still contain ramblings and sometimes unconnected things towards this; but everything I recorded is part of my life, so most likely in the end, part of the process of being 'a baked cookie'.
So, the 'story' begins.
This will be my last blog change (I hope).
Thank goodness no one reads this anyways (evil laugh).
From Girl on the Platform, to Island girl in the City, to this. I feel this will be my last little blog title as it describes fully what I am and what I'm striving to become. A baked cookie.
Cookie, for my obvious love of baked goodies and baking. And half baked because that's what I feel I am. You can say I'm a 'jack of all trades, master of none'. I have 'ideas' and 'basic' understandings of a number of talents, but have never been one to strive to its fullest potential. Examples: violin (I never learned to do vibrato), swimming (it only reached to a point of being a hobby), arts (I've stopped developing my skills due to busy school work), and others.
Through this blog, I will document my 'baking process', both hot and cold temperatures as this is the time (this phase of my life) where I can fully realize and strive to become someone my family can feel proud of. Or simply, be someone I can feel good about.
I want to create change in this world. I have dreams of creating charities, businesses, and becoming a doctor or a high-ranking nurse or even a professor. But I don't have the 'necessary' talents, just yet, to accomplish all these things.
I still have problems managing my time and tasks. I want to be able to hone at least one skill to its fullest. And I want to create a change, be it for the benefit of others or my own life.
The posts will still contain ramblings and sometimes unconnected things towards this; but everything I recorded is part of my life, so most likely in the end, part of the process of being 'a baked cookie'.
So, the 'story' begins.
Saturday, 16 April 2011
Change of Title
Decided to change "Girl on the Platform" to "Girl from an Island" as I've noticed that my writings don't surround my observations around platforms as I've expected them to be. Since I spend most of my "flight of ideas" on platforms.
Girl from an Island is obviously just a simple title about... Me.
I've practically grown up on an island in the middle of a country (I think that's a safe way to describe it) and now building up my life in a big city of a different country. My ideas and perspectives will be different from the culture I am currently 'in', and really, this 'blog' is a form of therapy for me. I'm going to sound stupid a lot of times, and other times fickle and weird. I will be writing here on my 'moods' so as simple as that.
That's it.
Girl from an Island is obviously just a simple title about... Me.
I've practically grown up on an island in the middle of a country (I think that's a safe way to describe it) and now building up my life in a big city of a different country. My ideas and perspectives will be different from the culture I am currently 'in', and really, this 'blog' is a form of therapy for me. I'm going to sound stupid a lot of times, and other times fickle and weird. I will be writing here on my 'moods' so as simple as that.
That's it.
Drooling on the Job
Working at the restaurant on the weekends has provided me a source of income to pay for rent, bills, groceries and all the other things. Just a brief ramble on working at the restaurant.
I usually work in the mornings and the restaurant that I work at is known for their breakfast meals. Every time I bring out orders, I can completely understand why. The lush smell of all those good food makes me seriously drool over them. And every time I clean up tables and there are still good pieces left in, I feel like its such a waste to just chuck it in the bin. There have been numerous times where I was so tempted to just hide the decent pieces of food and save it for myself. But of course. Yes. It's very unsanitary. So in the bin it goes.
Its tiring. Kudos to the people that work in hospitality as this is my first job in a restaurant. The demands customers make, having to deal with numerous people at a time, making sure orders are in, plates and cutlery are set, tables are cleaned out at the right time, and the list goes on and on. My first day completely reminded me of the game "Diner Dash". Completely.
A good thing about working at a restaurant, or any work for a matter of fact, is meeting new people. The people you work with and the people you serve. The people you work with of course are the important key.
I have to make sure I hold myself back the next time I clean out tables. Especially if I've had those late nights, so less brain cells to work with the next day. Must stop drooling now.
I usually work in the mornings and the restaurant that I work at is known for their breakfast meals. Every time I bring out orders, I can completely understand why. The lush smell of all those good food makes me seriously drool over them. And every time I clean up tables and there are still good pieces left in, I feel like its such a waste to just chuck it in the bin. There have been numerous times where I was so tempted to just hide the decent pieces of food and save it for myself. But of course. Yes. It's very unsanitary. So in the bin it goes.
Its tiring. Kudos to the people that work in hospitality as this is my first job in a restaurant. The demands customers make, having to deal with numerous people at a time, making sure orders are in, plates and cutlery are set, tables are cleaned out at the right time, and the list goes on and on. My first day completely reminded me of the game "Diner Dash". Completely.
A good thing about working at a restaurant, or any work for a matter of fact, is meeting new people. The people you work with and the people you serve. The people you work with of course are the important key.
I have to make sure I hold myself back the next time I clean out tables. Especially if I've had those late nights, so less brain cells to work with the next day. Must stop drooling now.
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Dietary Changes & Choices
Warning: Following entry comprises of ramblings and random thoughts
Things I've noticed with my dietary preferences or choices since I've settled into this new country.
For one thing, I'm definitely not exploiting fast food joints anymore, quite to opposite of what I would do back home.
Another thing is that I'm starting to love oatmeal. Especially when cooked with milk and a bit of sugar. That creaminess that you get. Mmm...
I was a huge addict of Nutella in the first couple of weeks but have refrained from buying another tub of it.
I'm slowly realizing that women do LOVE their chocolates. Never noticed this back home, but I have a tendency to stop at look at chocolate recipes and never hesitated to accept chocolates from a co-worker.
Also starting to get health / nutrition-conscious (is there such a term?). And with the hope of saving up money as well. But stupid thing is: fresh produces are expensive! How discouraging.
I guess the changes are for the better? I'm still loving the feel and accomplishment I feel when I finish a fresh batch of baked goodies. It really has become somewhat of a de-stress activity. Sad thing though is that I don't do it that often, and I don't get to explore as much as I want to in terms of recipe as it requires having to buy certain ingredients and the time as well. I do now have a folder stacked with recipes I'd like to try soon. Both baked and cooked yum-yums.
This entry isn't interesting, obviously. Just rambling.
There was a time though that I saw quite a 'large' lady, sitting in front of me in the train, eating the most healthiest things ever. Carrot sticks, and I think cucumber as well? Mean, I know to be thinking of how someone who eats like that can be of such size. Then I start thinking, she's still new to the change, and I start giving her props for starting. I've seen quite a number of 'large' people here, some are just incredible. This might be another reason as to why I've unconsciously (a couple of days ago anyways) started to consider eating healthy and trying to make an effort in making the health choice.
Best tool that offers a healthy lunch or dinner AND saves money: bento!
There are a couple of websites out there that talk about bento, offering advice, recipes, and the whole concept of it. Its great! Well, its something I've always practiced anyways, coming from a Japanese background. But not something that I've practiced religiously, especially back home. I have decided to pick up that habit again, as it is that I am learning to become independent, and making the right choices for my own health and financial status are one of the responsibilities of it.
Aaw. I'm growing up. Tear.
Things I've noticed with my dietary preferences or choices since I've settled into this new country.
For one thing, I'm definitely not exploiting fast food joints anymore, quite to opposite of what I would do back home.
Another thing is that I'm starting to love oatmeal. Especially when cooked with milk and a bit of sugar. That creaminess that you get. Mmm...
I was a huge addict of Nutella in the first couple of weeks but have refrained from buying another tub of it.
I'm slowly realizing that women do LOVE their chocolates. Never noticed this back home, but I have a tendency to stop at look at chocolate recipes and never hesitated to accept chocolates from a co-worker.
Also starting to get health / nutrition-conscious (is there such a term?). And with the hope of saving up money as well. But stupid thing is: fresh produces are expensive! How discouraging.
I guess the changes are for the better? I'm still loving the feel and accomplishment I feel when I finish a fresh batch of baked goodies. It really has become somewhat of a de-stress activity. Sad thing though is that I don't do it that often, and I don't get to explore as much as I want to in terms of recipe as it requires having to buy certain ingredients and the time as well. I do now have a folder stacked with recipes I'd like to try soon. Both baked and cooked yum-yums.
This entry isn't interesting, obviously. Just rambling.
There was a time though that I saw quite a 'large' lady, sitting in front of me in the train, eating the most healthiest things ever. Carrot sticks, and I think cucumber as well? Mean, I know to be thinking of how someone who eats like that can be of such size. Then I start thinking, she's still new to the change, and I start giving her props for starting. I've seen quite a number of 'large' people here, some are just incredible. This might be another reason as to why I've unconsciously (a couple of days ago anyways) started to consider eating healthy and trying to make an effort in making the health choice.
Best tool that offers a healthy lunch or dinner AND saves money: bento!
There are a couple of websites out there that talk about bento, offering advice, recipes, and the whole concept of it. Its great! Well, its something I've always practiced anyways, coming from a Japanese background. But not something that I've practiced religiously, especially back home. I have decided to pick up that habit again, as it is that I am learning to become independent, and making the right choices for my own health and financial status are one of the responsibilities of it.
Taking little steps at a time, in so many things really, but this being one of the main things to focus on.
(Other things are school work, personal growth, general independence, and adapting to the general change of a new place.)
Aaw. I'm growing up. Tear.
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Relationship Status
Warning: Following text contains pathetic ramblings about 'love' (shallow and cliche)
Current Love Situation : Nil
I think one of th reasons why I feel so 'down-and-blue' is how comfortable I was with my social network in my home country that coming here I'm left with two (brother and his girlfriend).
I've been 'spoiled', knowing that I had people to fall on when I was having a bad day, someone to text or call when I needed to just grab a cup of jo somewhere and laugh my ass off.
One of those people, of course, was my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, rather.
My relationship with my boyfriend of 2 years ended the instant I stepped unto the plane to come to this new country. He was my first boyfriend. We learned and grow into these some-what mature and better people. We started to completely understand each other without speaking, knowing the routines of one another; everything had its place and it all flowed like a river's water.
Of course, we had our ups-and-downs and definitely, I've screwed up A LOT. BIG TIME. But despite of that, he still loved me more than I could ever expect out of another person.
I'm far from perfect. I have an attitude that pops out once in awhile. I'm picky. Fickle. And etc...
Now, we barely talk because we're both too busy and our schedules never seem to collide anymore. We did in the beginning, but it gradually just stopped...
I've got a couple of 'eye-candies', yes. All I can think of is that, it'll only be up to that point. Only.
You can say I'm the type of girl who doesn't believe at all that she's what any guy would want. Low self-esteem when it comes to that. (Pathetic, isn't it?)
I've done stupid things in the past that my ex has accepted (unexpected, totally blew me away and touched my soul), and even finding someone who would accept that as well, would be a total miracle as well.
Relationship, all forms of it, is what I think I need now. A stable one. Or at least one that I feel I connect to.
So. Conclusion. Look for friends. Or if not. Actually make time to GO OUT with friends. That sounds better.
That's it.
Current Love Situation : Nil
I think one of th reasons why I feel so 'down-and-blue' is how comfortable I was with my social network in my home country that coming here I'm left with two (brother and his girlfriend).
I've been 'spoiled', knowing that I had people to fall on when I was having a bad day, someone to text or call when I needed to just grab a cup of jo somewhere and laugh my ass off.
One of those people, of course, was my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, rather.
My relationship with my boyfriend of 2 years ended the instant I stepped unto the plane to come to this new country. He was my first boyfriend. We learned and grow into these some-what mature and better people. We started to completely understand each other without speaking, knowing the routines of one another; everything had its place and it all flowed like a river's water.
Of course, we had our ups-and-downs and definitely, I've screwed up A LOT. BIG TIME. But despite of that, he still loved me more than I could ever expect out of another person.
I'm far from perfect. I have an attitude that pops out once in awhile. I'm picky. Fickle. And etc...
Now, we barely talk because we're both too busy and our schedules never seem to collide anymore. We did in the beginning, but it gradually just stopped...
I've got a couple of 'eye-candies', yes. All I can think of is that, it'll only be up to that point. Only.
You can say I'm the type of girl who doesn't believe at all that she's what any guy would want. Low self-esteem when it comes to that. (Pathetic, isn't it?)
I've done stupid things in the past that my ex has accepted (unexpected, totally blew me away and touched my soul), and even finding someone who would accept that as well, would be a total miracle as well.
Relationship, all forms of it, is what I think I need now. A stable one. Or at least one that I feel I connect to.
So. Conclusion. Look for friends. Or if not. Actually make time to GO OUT with friends. That sounds better.
That's it.
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Worst Sunday Yet
This is now going to be the part where I start venting and complaining and whining.
Back away while you can.
Against the norm, but quite necessary. I have now reached the rim of my jar and despite the little things I've been trying to do to 'lessen the water', it hasn't completely helped.
I practically work 8-hours shifts every single day of the week. Monday to Thursdays at the hospital (not being paid, its my course requirement), Fridays for tutorials (estimate of 8 hours total), and weekends are at a restaurant as a waitress. The 8-hours are not including the time it takes me to get to and from those places. And when I get home, there's other things to do that I just don't feel like doing (duh), but I have to.
And today, I have reached my limit. I'm extra bitchy, easily ticked off and bothered. It really isn't fun.
Especially when the friends you've always ran to or the partner you had on your side is not there anymore, or is a thousand miles away from where you stand.
I broke a ceramic plate today. Spilled some water on myself. Dropped a lot of cutlery. And got mixed up with orders (as today was my first time to take orders).
Tried to 'recharge' my phone, so as to be able to text my manager my available dates for the week, and despite buying TWICE at two different places, it wouldn't cooperate. I'm guessing they understood me wrong when I asked for a 'recharge'. So stupid me.
Social support is so damn important. And just finding some kind of balance.
And even if i know that, I keep remembering all the things I need to do, and end up just not being able to work straight because I'd get so easily distracted because I'm not completely focused, my mind needing its occasional breaks from work.
This is me whining. Eew. And I know others are experiencing so much worse than I am.
I'm just so tired. And when I get tired, I get extra lonely. And sad. And then, I remember this blog. Its a temporary relief, but at least its something.
What are we without our friends and families? Without the balance of fun and work? Without the drive and passion that drives us every day?
Nothing. Empty. Aimless. And alone.
What do I do?
"Keep on swimming. Keep on swimming. Swimming, swimming..."
Back away while you can.
Against the norm, but quite necessary. I have now reached the rim of my jar and despite the little things I've been trying to do to 'lessen the water', it hasn't completely helped.
I practically work 8-hours shifts every single day of the week. Monday to Thursdays at the hospital (not being paid, its my course requirement), Fridays for tutorials (estimate of 8 hours total), and weekends are at a restaurant as a waitress. The 8-hours are not including the time it takes me to get to and from those places. And when I get home, there's other things to do that I just don't feel like doing (duh), but I have to.
And today, I have reached my limit. I'm extra bitchy, easily ticked off and bothered. It really isn't fun.
Especially when the friends you've always ran to or the partner you had on your side is not there anymore, or is a thousand miles away from where you stand.
I broke a ceramic plate today. Spilled some water on myself. Dropped a lot of cutlery. And got mixed up with orders (as today was my first time to take orders).
Tried to 'recharge' my phone, so as to be able to text my manager my available dates for the week, and despite buying TWICE at two different places, it wouldn't cooperate. I'm guessing they understood me wrong when I asked for a 'recharge'. So stupid me.
Social support is so damn important. And just finding some kind of balance.
And even if i know that, I keep remembering all the things I need to do, and end up just not being able to work straight because I'd get so easily distracted because I'm not completely focused, my mind needing its occasional breaks from work.
This is me whining. Eew. And I know others are experiencing so much worse than I am.
I'm just so tired. And when I get tired, I get extra lonely. And sad. And then, I remember this blog. Its a temporary relief, but at least its something.
What are we without our friends and families? Without the balance of fun and work? Without the drive and passion that drives us every day?
Nothing. Empty. Aimless. And alone.
What do I do?
"Keep on swimming. Keep on swimming. Swimming, swimming..."
Friday, 8 April 2011
Staircases
Heading home from the hospital.
It was close to midnight and the bus was taking forever.
(The gap between services in this stop is about 45 minutes to an hour)
Looked up and I saw these beautifully exposed staircases
with its classic simple feel and the building's brick structure.
Taken by camera phone but lacks in delivery.
Oatmeal Residue
This is how oatmeal residue looks when you leave it in water for a couple of minutes.
Looks interesting, don't you think?
Misty, the Guinea Pig
Invited over for a BBQ at my sister-in-law's friend's house, we brought over some salad to contribute to the festivities.
In the BBQ, I met Misty the guinea pig. Huge, fat, adorable; and she peed on my lap. Thank goodness there was a mat to save my clothes from the warm stench. She was too cute to hate.
Past couple of days I’ve been planning-slash-debating whether to get a pet or not. I’m alone, without a partner, and a pet seemed to be a reasonable thing to do. Coming home to something that lives and grows, with eyes, would be a nice little change.
So the list went like this:
Fish (quiet, but requires pricy ‘equipment’ to keep alive)
Bird (might be too noisy, but very possible)
Still in the process of debating pro's and cons. No rush, really; just something to think about outside of school and work.
For now, here is Misty.
Playground Granola Bars and Buttermilk Pancakes
Decided that one of the best ways to de-stress (in a productive way too) was by baking.
That feeling when you put one and one together to form something completely different. The sight of freshly baked goods. The aroma of sweetness and warmth. And the happiness it brings to others if the taste is just right.
And, a good way to save up on snacks.
Playground Granola Bars
(recipe taken from AllRecipes.com, one of the only websites I scout around for new interesting recipes)
Baked last night. Wanted to make a cheap and healthy snack for us, and these turned out quite well. Quite a basic recipe where you can do different variations, according to your own taste.
Buttermilk Pancakes
Made from scratch a couple of hours ago for the first time.
I was getting tired of eating breakfast out of a box
(cereals, plain oatmeal and the occasional sandwich)
That's it.
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Survival
Hi.
I've been in a new country for about a month and a half, and I can slowly feel my mind drifting into indifference towards the wonderful world around me. Busy schedule, no time to fully recuperate from stressful days, and rare chances to meet people or to talk. This blog has been created to serve as a place to air out mundane things and thoughts, in hope that my sanity will not be lost in a busy world of money and superficial dreams.
For the first couple of nights in this new country, I've cried myself to sleep, dreaming of home and praying that the choice I've made was the best thing for me in the end. It's hard to make friends when you've only seen your fellow program-mates 3 to 5 times during the whole course, and the people you work with are either older than you, or already have their own lives. Taking little steps to move closer to the ones that I can, but of course, not the same as the loved ones I've left at home.
I'm a dreamer, a believer of good things and a child within a little lady's soul.
I will sound like a teenager; I will sound like a mature woman. I am female. It is to be expected.
I suffer alongside people taking buses and trains to get to work, to school, and to more work. On average, I wait thirty minutes to an hour for the next leg of my journey home or to other places. I'd sit on benches, staring aimlessly into the ground or into the sky, admiring the formation of clouds, with thoughts jumping from one random thing to the next.
This is my tool to survive. Not with any intent to impress the mass or create a revolution through this blog; just a simple act of surviving in the world without any notice.
I'm no different from the girl sitting next to you on your way home, or waiting in line to order a quick lunch before heading back to work.
This is me talking to myself, using a keyboard as a pen and the cyberspace as my paper.
That's it.
I've been in a new country for about a month and a half, and I can slowly feel my mind drifting into indifference towards the wonderful world around me. Busy schedule, no time to fully recuperate from stressful days, and rare chances to meet people or to talk. This blog has been created to serve as a place to air out mundane things and thoughts, in hope that my sanity will not be lost in a busy world of money and superficial dreams.
For the first couple of nights in this new country, I've cried myself to sleep, dreaming of home and praying that the choice I've made was the best thing for me in the end. It's hard to make friends when you've only seen your fellow program-mates 3 to 5 times during the whole course, and the people you work with are either older than you, or already have their own lives. Taking little steps to move closer to the ones that I can, but of course, not the same as the loved ones I've left at home.
I'm a dreamer, a believer of good things and a child within a little lady's soul.
I will sound like a teenager; I will sound like a mature woman. I am female. It is to be expected.
I suffer alongside people taking buses and trains to get to work, to school, and to more work. On average, I wait thirty minutes to an hour for the next leg of my journey home or to other places. I'd sit on benches, staring aimlessly into the ground or into the sky, admiring the formation of clouds, with thoughts jumping from one random thing to the next.
This is my tool to survive. Not with any intent to impress the mass or create a revolution through this blog; just a simple act of surviving in the world without any notice.
I'm no different from the girl sitting next to you on your way home, or waiting in line to order a quick lunch before heading back to work.
This is me talking to myself, using a keyboard as a pen and the cyberspace as my paper.
That's it.
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