My Learning Journey

Today I realised that putting something down doesn't necessarily mean that you’re letting it go. When you let something go, you possibly don’t care where it’s headed, (probably to Idea Purgatory or some sort) and there is a definite note of finality. But when you put something down, there’s always the probability of picking it back up because you know exactly where you left it. Today I confidently say that I have regained a balance in life, and that I have emerged a little wiser. Today I also confidently say that I've been having the urge to swim so if you do too please ask me along.

 

Maybe it seems a little all too easy, but I suppose that's the way the universe works, that all the time you've been twiddling about in your mopey existence until enough is enough and the next thing you know the birds are singing and the sun is shining and the rainbow is hanging up in the sky again and the world as you know it is beautiful once more. 

Okay maybe it's still not as beautiful as it used to be, but I'm sure it's becoming a little more beautifuller by the day. So chin up and soak in the sights.

A Baby Again

Waking up at 6.15 in the morning is suddenly new again. It's somewhat like going back to a life I've left behind, but only somewhat. This morning while I was walking to the workplace I was thinking about everything that afflicted me these days, not great thoughts. But then I saw the man in front of me tossing bits of bread to the many pigeons that hang around in the field everyday. Sun rays were trying their best to pierce through the dusty air, and they kind of succeeded. Truckloads of foreign workers were sitting around in their trucks. Everything went on like nothing had happened.

 Morning air must be good for the soul.

Am feeling exceptionally lonely tonight after all the hustle and bustle from CNY over the weekend. And as if my parents knew, they have left the tablet for me to twiddle with in their absence. My surrogate mother and father for the week.

Run, Baby, Run

You know you've been watching too much Running Man when you spot a Pororo plush in the departmental store and a voice in your head exclaims ''look it's Haroro!''

Also when you subconsciously type Haroro when you meant Pororo in a previous paragraph and only realise it when you reach the end of said paragraph.

Also when you know what i'm talking about.

Look Ma, I'm Invisible!

The upcoming F1 event has brought about a surge in the number of Japanese visiting the comic store. Japanese can be a little strange, they walk into the shop with nary a glance in your direction, and for the entire duration they look everywhere except at you. Then they always walk out looking straight ahead. It's as if you had a glance avoidance shield in place.

If you want to find out what it's like to have powers of invisibility, Absolute Comics is the place to be.

The Tide that Comes and Goes

Dreams of everlasting images are precisely these: extrapolations of longing and ultimately empty visions.