I'm alive and I'm alright
Click to viewJuggling about three blogs right now-this one that I hardly use but still do, a (sort-of) private tumblr one where I decided to reblog more visual things that I liked instead, and my new Tokyo blog which I cannot afford to be too personal in.
And that is why I had to come back here. Livejournal, the start of all my rebellious ways, where people read my happiness and mistakes and unnecessary rants about life. Sometimes, you just feel like writing something. Like a long conversation of thoughts and feelings that a friend cannot possibly afford to pay enough attention to for it sounds like a monologue. And really, we usually care about ourselves the most.
"How are you?"
"Well I'm fine, been busy but good, good. You?"
"I am going to start a new job and I'm going skydiving in the end of the year and I just ate pancakes yesterday did you see my instagram post? Oh it's okay if you didn't see it there it can be found in your newsfeed on facebook and how's your boyfriend, calvin and I are going for dinner at this new joint and then probably catching a movie oh we should really meet with the girlfriends it's been SO long and we've always said we should meet but don't oh bummmer."
Actually! I just wanted someone to read this in their spare time. Just wanted to let you know that-HI!-I am doing fine. I cannot really elaborate so much about how it's been in Tokyo through a short catch up conversation with a friend. But here, I can take all the time and words I want to tell you how it's been.
It's been amazing.
There were many days and weeks where I wake up and ask myself where I was. It took a long time for it to sink in that I am living in Tokyo. Fur-super-reals. School has been great for me. Incredibly pressurizing to do well in a good way. It is always a good way if you think about it azn style. Teachers have been teaching real fast but that is because they want us to learn as much as we can in the short span of 5 hours. And it is because we have to, since we only have a year to get to a certain good level for studies next year in Japanese.
Friends have been awesome. I'm blessed to have met two fun singaporeans and a united class. Friends who care. Everyday seems beautiful. And I still love my days spent alone around secret suburbs, finding out something new in every corner.
I've been learning how to cook. I've never cooked since Home econs class when I was 14. And now I've started all over again by myself. I never thought cooking was important, nor a necessary skill for me. Probably because I was working pretty long hours and that good, delicious food was readily available at a cheap price in the stalls and my kitchen has zero ingredients save for chocolates. But in order to save money and survive in Tokyo, I started to learn. Went to the supermarket to get all my essentials-Oil, Soy Sauce, Pepper, Salt, Olive Oil, Dashi (Japanese stock) and sugar. And then all my food ingredients that I had to learn how to slice, chop, fry and grill. I have learnt to cook my favourite dishes that my mom makes. ABC chicken soup, spinach & mushrooms, and honey grilled chicken wings.Then nasi lemak, green curry, and pasta. And I love cooking breakfast! When I have studied for a long while and want to take a break, cooking is really therapeutic. I now understand why people love cooking. It is faster than baking but you get the same sense of achievement and satisfaction knowing that you made something you can eat. After learning how to cook progressively, I am starting to feel a little bit more useful. If you put it in another way, I am finally "Marriage Material for a good wife". HAHA! Or at least, if I am left outside starving in the cold, I can probably go to someone's garden and whip up a meal somehow at least. Survival skills.
It's a Saturday afternoon and I'm feeling sleepy after typing these few paragraphs. A really lazy afternoon. I'm going to take a nap and go shop searching in Koenji, one of my favourite unpretentious suburbs in Tokyo. I would also like to tell you that at times, it feels nice to be liked. To know you have made someone smile even if they are miles away. To have someone think about you and miss you, even if it is in a light manner. For someone to care about you, telling you to sleep early.
If you've been wondering, Tokyo is amazing. It always is.