
Waku waku 😀
Waku waku 😀
Having lunch at a nearby Coffee Bean. It’s not too crowded with gentle music playing as I wait for my salad.
Brunei mentioned on the Netflix series “3 Body Problem” 😃
My hands were fidgeting so I decided to print and cut out sprites for my planned Shadowbox. Cutting out something so small (Brunei 10 cent coin for size comparison) was a surprising challenge I did not foresee. Ignore Link’s tunic colour, my printer needs a Blue refill.
As recently as 10 years ago I’d snicker anytime a TV show or movie zoomed in on a photo/video – without loss in quality – to identify an important clue. Given how much technology has advanced since then including generative AI, I’m no longer laughing.
I suppose one of the unintended effects of having holidays bunch up together is that work gets pushed back meaning it all needs attending to at the same time 😅
First time cooking chicken in a Thermomix. It was a delicious success! 🤤
Lovely book about moving forward and the people who help us through. I sadly cannot remember much about the first book because I read it amidst a sea of other books.
In my own way, I was an unhappy child. Or rather, maybe I should say I was far more troubled in childhood than I was after I became an adult. I think it’s partly because I was an only child and an introvert, and I didn’t get to spend much time with my parents since they were both busy working. It’s also because I wasn’t able to properly deal with the anxiety and sadness I felt.
Since I couldn’t talk to anyone about this, I couldn’t find a way out of my problems, and little by little the sadness inside me grew until it felt like a massive balloon pressing down on me every night when I got into bed. Of course, it was always about childish things. They all seem trivial when I took back on them now. Like when I got depressed thinking about having to take a test in gym class right after summer break to see whether I could spin backward over the playground bars. Or when I heard a rumor that people buried dead bodies under cherry trees, and became afraid of the cherry tree in my backyard…
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