Pebbles Into Pavements

Blank.

2012-01-25T10:24:00.001-08:00

I hate how Google Reader still keeps the cache of old rss feed posts.

What a blank day today~

A question that I always consider every now and then

2012-01-16T02:54:00.000-08:00

Should I just drop off from the world of internet?

It's a pretty big chunk of my life now, almost everybody on this earth as well. If I'm going to quit, I have to rebuild another part of my life.

The thought of it is tempting, you know, waking up early in the morning, grab a book, walk to the kitchen, hit the kettle on, make a cuppa coffee, sip it down slowly while reading a passage from the book, then go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face with lukewarm water, change into another outfit, brush my hair a little bit, put on my sneakers, grab my keys and sling bag, walk out the door, and just stroll off somewhere in the streets.

Isn't that more tempting than just sitting in front of a laptop, surfing the internet and press some buttons like a zombie/robot?

I always have this slight guilt for staying in the flat all day, doing nothing productive, instead of going out there absorbing nature and life. Sometimes I feel I was born in the wrong era, as cliched as it may sound. However, I'm also grateful for being born in this time of life.

Life consists of backtracks, sidetracks and one-track.

Song of the day: Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus.

Deep, Calm Water.

2012-01-14T07:14:00.000-08:00

Geneva, Switzerland.

Instead of focusing on faltering footsteps, I better focus on the path I thread.
I found a place that really hooked onto me. I wouldn't mind if I can live there forever.

It gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling.

(It's not the above mention picture though)

Song of the day: Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People.

In Company.

2012-01-04T10:13:00.000-08:00

I went out today, went to write a letter to my sister. I went out to Waterstone's Costa cafe, ordered a cup of cappuccino and settled down on the desk at the travel section. I wrote a long letter to my sister, two hours went by and my right hand was aching from the writing. Hadn't write that much for a long time. By the time I was done, it was dark outside.

I went to Royal Mail, and sent the package. It should be arriving in Brunei in a few weeks time. I miss them. I miss my parents. I miss my family as well. I wandered around for a bit before going to M&S. Changed some moolah to EUR and CHF for my trip. I'm going somewhere in 4 more days. Holiday :)

When I arrived home at around 5 o'clock in the evening, lively chatters could be heard in the living room. My brain ached and my eyes ablur.

So, in a few days... come here adventure, come here discovery.

Song of the day: B.M.F. by Lupe Fiasco.

Cherry Stem.

2012-01-02T05:44:00.000-08:00

Invigorated. I think that's a nice word.

Anyway, I got infected with ringworms for these couple of weeks. It's not a kind of worm, but some fungal infection. People usually got it from pets like cats. I think I got mine from them. Itchy man~ but it's healing now, applied lots of antifungal cream and getting less patchy and scaly. Sorry for being eww here.

Contrary to mass belief, Monday is actually a not so bad day. It's usually when you can slowly observe people getting back to their routine after having fun during the weekend.

Hello~

Song of the day: Labor in Vain by Linus' Blanket (Korean Indie Band)

A Penance.

2012-01-01T13:46:00.000-08:00

A smile, a cry, and a bitter lie. A penance.

Don't say you didn't see this coming.

I miss my personal virtual space to write and post things I love.

Most importantly, without writing, I feel a tad bit lost.

Could you really blame a girl for being fickle minded?

2012. A turn of another calendar. I really didn't think much of it. I slept peacefully. I woken up early. I cleaned up the kitchen. That's my celebration.

I guess I really don't like the notion of framing time into years. It really doesn't mean much to me. Passing days feel more important than years. Years you can recall, but not each day.

I feel suffocated in my muteness. I feel like I'm out of touch and out of reach. Then I realized how much I'm keeping my distance away from everybody. It's both my peaceful solitude and imprisonment.

I would like to teach in a remote village after I graduate this summer. I figured I really don't like crowded places. Sorry.

Song of the day: Shine by The Album Leaf.