Hi there. Due to months of reinforcements from my dearest friends, I humbly present (NOT IN FASHION). Will be much more active on this account as I feel the need to exploit my findings in my daily mundane. Welcome to the little store presented by my brainchild. *sincerely, J.

I don’t know how many times I’ve had dreams like this, except I don’t know how to skateboard, and I was probably running on water or something.

stress? checked. worth venting? no. not a big fan of whiners, certainly don’t want to be one. last month I fell like I aged, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m still a girl in my 20’s, I certainly didn’t feel like one with all these decisions to make.

I thought it was necessary to spend some time alone, I thought about reading to get away from things, tuned in to my beloved music and whatnots, you know, to shut the world for a while. Somewhere in-between Cat Power and the XX, I decided to get up and go to Barnes and Nobles to pick up more books. I always imagined myself reading somewhere by the sea, in a nice garden surrounded by fruit trees and sparrows with occasion bunny visits. That will not be happening anytime soon, I’m assuming, so bookstores and tea would have to do. And so I would spend hours in these bookstores, but end up people-watching instead( have I mentioned it is one of my favorite activity in the whole wide world? it’s not judging, but just being observant). I love looking at their eyes( not in a creepy manner, of course); someone once told me a long time ago you can tell a lot about a person from looking into his/her eyes, I never really believed that, but maybe it was because I never looked close enough, I think he was right.

I also talked to a few strangers - no, it is not what you think, no alcohols involved (after all I’m socially awkward enough at social gatherings - talking to people while intoxicated is certainly not my gift). I talked to ‘genuine strangers’, a term I just made up in my head - ‘genuine’ for being so honest and talktive, ‘strangers’ for knowing the fact I will never see them again after our short moments. You know - like people you meet at the terminals, in a plane or on a train - you can share everything about your life for the temporary time being, learn a few things from them, sort of like a verbal mutual exchange? I talked to a very, very lovely old man because we were sharing the same coffee table, I think it is surprising to older generation to see a young person sitting by him/herself without a posse around, people are so afraid of being an individual they rather stay collective - I don’t know, one of those social/political hierarchy thing that I knew too well - I was simply just enjoying my coffee, but that was what caught his attention since he was wondering if my friends were joining me later on the same table. Anyways, I enjoyed talking to him - he talked a lot about his grandson, who was the same age as me, etc etc. small talks, I know, not worth mentioning much, but I’ve learned that sometimes, people really just need someone to talk to, someone who would listen. I like that. I find it such a charming thing in human nature, but too bad we don’t do it often enough.

I should really get out of the house soon, was beginning to feel like a vampire. I forget how fun and therapeutic blogging can be.

Will write soon, promise.

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