Friendship

I almost forgot what it tastes like.

Since the day we moved in together, through the daily interactions, I feel a sense of familiarity. I call it home, between brothers and sisters. At some point, I do talk and behave like I'm around with a sister. And I always love this photo, this togetherness pictured as classic as the instant camera, as vintage as the photo looks.

I wonder now and again, how we met, how we became so close to each other. It was lightning fast, and grew from nowhere. You wonder the same. I said similarities, from our lives and working experiences to Hakka Han origins. I really don't know. You said age. But I feel familiarity once again. Maybe it is all that matters.

I will never said things to make you feel better. Honesty will always be the priority, as direct as I may have sounded rude. Forgive the way I speak, I know you understand all the things I said and not intended. Yes, ice-cream makes me really happy, you and Steve aware of it. I thank you for that. The secret (or maybe not) is, I'm in my own skin all over again as much as when I'm with Steve. But both are incomparable. I will never be your lover. Duh!

Time that we spent, things that we said, from all the unfamiliarity topics along with all the strangers you brought up to me, and always will, I never bored to listen to you. It's another whole sharing dimension you allow me into. I appreciate it. I know how much I open myself to you when I don't allow myself to others. You knew it. 

You always touch and amaze me. I thought I'd never met anyone like you. I'm very much lucky to know you. Maybe you're the one that worth to be kept around for a long time after all.

To Be Or What To Be

I just realized. Most foreigners (or whites) DON'T WORK here, they INVEST here. That's what I told the boyfriend. Someday, we will do some homework together. That's a promise.

Two calls and three persons were on the same phone, in one day. Ring-ring, it's government job again. Father, mother and brother in unison. Maybe I do start to feel a bit wavering.

Have you ever thought deep enough of the true purpose being put on this earth, in this life or in this particular imperfect...body? Some people say "everything happen for a reason." Some say "it just so happen" or "it was just an accident." However, I'm more of the former.

There were a few times I thought I really needed a speech therapist madly.  I came across myself a few times in sales: insurance job and its people, and product agents twice. Now, is my sister's turn, which happens not far from me. Why I kept getting myself mixed up in sales? Is God want me to be rich? or to polish up my communication skill? I put both thoughts aside. After all, I'm just a regular scholar, home away from home and reality.

Now, they start to talk me into being an English language educator, a teacher who works for the government. Owing to the fact that society here well aware of the incredible incentives of being part of the government workforce, which is freaking unquestionably yes. And family recognizes my passion and potential in the language. Which makes me wonder why I never took up English instead of Journalism in the first place.

It really gets to me to the bone. It's not my concern, just yet. But then again...

I never regretted. For the sake of pursuing knowledge (er-hem). Reality is, language (English) and Journalism are somewhat related. On the surface, both are quite technical stuff.

Seriously, what is my true calling? Do I even have one? God, if you will remind me again.

Little Nemo in Slumberland

Having case of the Mondays? In case you haven't known.

Today Google celebrates Winsor McCay's - a well-known American cartoonist - birthday by incorporated one of his famous comic strip in its search engine logo homepage as tribute. Guardian claimed it as the "most elaborate doodles ever."

Which it just made my day.

Especially You

I am strong, I hope you are too. People don't understand. Because when you and I in this particular situation, at this moment, this is what we believe in.

I know I could email these. Attachments sometimes just too much of a hassle. Please forgive me.

Pictures save thousand words. This is who we are.

Sardonic

When people look innocent, I thought at least they're smart brains. Yet, they are just as innocent as how they look. Even they get better grades, they still depended on that few leak-out exam questions  and defeated you. How irony is that.

They talk without substance in it. As naive as little 10 year-old. You know you're right, you just have to speak your mind to stand your ground. But, once again, I was defeated. How could they never think about what they've learned? Why don't they read up a bit more and think? Owing to the fact that I'm taking J-path and required a mind full of criticism, I'm really sowing the seeds here. HE-LLO!

Things I learned in my 1 year and 3 weeks:

1. I learned to put on my footwear according to the weather forecast. Which is quite useful and to protect my precious sneakers and sandals from wetness.

2. That Asian made dresses are so thin I thought they are always low quality. They said it is the in. I thought we could only afford the low-ends with the price tag that comes with it. I despise retros by the way. Except earrings :P

3. Science students are more academic competitive than the Social Science students. You know from the way they talk and how they manage their time well. They know what they're learning and studying.They talk and share what they've learned and studied. Which I haven't got the chance to have such exchange. They learn the "hard" way. So to speak.

4. Not many people take initiative in their academics. Mostly prefer to be spoon-fed, or else they have soft spot in being paranoia to act like a man. Such an annoyance to me. If you don't follow suit, they talk back in a form of "reasoning" with you. Which is still doesn't make any sense at all. That just reflects how chicken-hearted they really are.

5. Your name will be called out for your take on something in class, when you wear orange, or pink, or purple. But not white. 

6. If Psy is the embodiment of self representation to be comfortable in your own skin, and act naturally, I have nothing against him and his popularized style. Although at first glance of the video, I experienced stomach-churning. Lets just say, try not to show me your horse dances.

"I have nothing to offer, but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering.

You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: Victory. Victory at all costs — Victory in spite of all terror — Victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival." - Winston Churchill

I will take back what I deserve, with my own toil and sweat. Metaphorically. :P