.... and I Will Be Flying On a Broomstick

... for a few hours. Not a year, not a week, not a month, hell, not even a whole day. It makes all the difference. First of all, one becomes so much more productive. One gets a lot of work done without all that distraction. Second of all, one's creative juices start flowing. Online, it's mostly about absorbing everything one comes across. Offline, one's mind can settle back and take time to think Like, really think. Lastly, there might even be some peace. Maybe, sometimes, what one really needs is a time out from the cyber world.

The sun sulked behind dark clouds Raindrops jumped from the sky to commit suicide Muddy footprints in the corridors Unbrellas abandoned, useless and broken It was too cold and wet The fog was too thick It was too gloomy It lacked something It was one of those days When you just can't seem to find the bright side of life.. 

I don't even know how that happened. The only thing I remember is that I was walking down those last two steps when it happened. It took all of a second for me to go from a human being with two perfectly working legs into a limping, wobbling and grimacing mess.  I twisted my ankle is what I want to say. And it sucks living with an injury like that. It can't heal fast enough. When your limbs are working fine, you sit on your ass in front of the PC all the time. When that is no longer the case, you have these strong urges to go out, run and exercise. Oh, the irony! I just hope the apocalypse doesn't happen while I am stuck with a bruised ankle.

Japanese homework is a wild elephant and I, the girl who got lost in the forest... It's charging towards me at full speed, making a scary noise, which if you listen carefully, sound very much like "Dueee Tomorrrrrroooooowww".... If you ever stumble across a body lying on the forest floor, let it be known that I died trying.. -_-

That woman.. She's small but her heart's big enough to hold all the love in the world. Like the two sides of a coin, she and I are the complete opposites. She has the patience of a saint while my patience always seems to hang by a thread. She has a smile even when the days are dark and cloudy while I have a grumpy scowl even when the sun is smiling. She is always calm and level-headed even in the midst of chaos while I rush about like an elephant in a room full of china. But like the two sides of a coin, we are made of one. She, the mother and I, her daughter. That woman.. She taught me how to read and write. She read me stories about kingdoms far away and knights in shining armor. She reminded me how I can't always wait for the prince to come and that sometimes, I would have to be my own knight in shining armor. She bought me jigsaw puzzles and we spent lazy afternoons trying to put together those little pieces. She bought me pink barbie dolls, plastic swords, guns

AP House 1 and the bridge to campus Campus

I’m so eager to see you again, but I wouldn’t ask to see you. Not because I’m proud. In fact, in front of you, I cede all my pride. Yet only if you asked to see me, our meeting would be meaningful to me. — Simone de Beauvoir, Lettres à Nelson Algren 1950

It's like an artist's palette here. Splashes of color everywhere. The flowers had finally been coaxed out of their buds. Yellow flowers. Pink flowers. White flowers. Doesn't matter. All pretty flowers. :) All surrounded by the courting young leaves. The sun is glowing with happiness. The wind dances in sprightly steps. The sky is so clear and blue. The kind of blue that makes you want to daydream. The kind of blue that makes you forget there's homework to do and classes to go to. What about the people? I think they seem to buzz with an energy that was not present in winter. For girls, skirts are shorter and shorts are back in fashion. Besides, I think everyone's footsteps seem lighter. Maybe it's because they're finally able to shed the thick and heavy overcoats. Or maybe it's just the fresh air doing wonders. The average temperature is normally in the range of 16-19 degrees in the afternoon. Definitely lower than what I am used to. Last

Tabula rasa It means "blank slate" in Latin. I like that word. Wiping everything out and starting from a clean slate. An appealing concept in life sometimes. Don't you just wish you could go back to the start? Back to the way things were. Before they got too confusing. Too complicated. Too ugly. Too painful. Tabula rasa Tempting.. But no.. Not just yet ..