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Today's Inktober theme is battle. I've drawn my submission and post it on my instagram. Simple battle but very common.
And, lately I am wondering about my 'chinese name'. I am not chinese but I really want a chinese name for myself. At 2008 (or 2009) I asked some friends on a online forum to made a chinese name from my own name. I got some choices and all of them is beautiful. I still use them for my id/username of social media. Even the title of this blog (blooming orchid) is inspired by one of the name.
Well, I looked around back on that forum. I read my own comment but can't recognize myself. Old version of me is so different from now me. I feel like I read some else comment. Not only the way I wrote my senteces (or my language), but also how I presence myself online. Like I've talked on last post, old me is enough different than now me.
Still I believe the vibe of confidence is stay the same. Maybe now I am more careful. As I am getting older, my instinct tell me to be adult. A wise one. Or I think I am trying to be that.
To be honest, I think a lot about myself lately. How I passed years behind. What I become now. Then I stumble upon old accounts. It's a reflection. Time to introspection. My twentish is going to end, preparing for thirty or so.
I am stressed out. In burden I don't understand. What I think and what truth is messed up. Like The Script lyric, Feels like you drowning but still got breath. Like dreamseption. Sleepseption.
Commonly (here in my town) it because the fact that I am still single. But I don't think it's right. Because I am doing fine.
My mind just messed up some other time. I am just strees out by work and people's opinions. I want to scream f*ck off to those people. But it's not fair. So, I just shut myself off from society. I do whatever I want to do.
Me today is more awesome than me old day. Me old day is reminder, reminiscence for me today. Me today become from amazingly me old day.
I am grateful.
Today's Inktober theme is battle. I've drawn my submission and post it on my instagram. Simple battle but very common.
And, lately I am wondering about my 'chinese name'. I am not chinese but I really want a chinese name for myself. At 2008 (or 2009) I asked some friends on a online forum to made a chinese name from my own name. I got some choices and all of them is beautiful. I still use them for my id/username of social media. Even the title of this blog (blooming orchid) is inspired by one of the name.
Well, I looked around back on that forum. I read my own comment but can't recognize myself. Old version of me is so different from now me. I feel like I read some else comment. Not only the way I wrote my senteces (or my language), but also how I presence myself online. Like I've talked on last post, old me is enough different than now me.
Still I believe the vibe of confidence is stay the same. Maybe now I am more careful. As I am getting older, my instinct tell me to be adult. A wise one. Or I think I am trying to be that.
To be honest, I think a lot about myself lately. How I passed years behind. What I become now. Then I stumble upon old accounts. It's a reflection. Time to introspection. My twentish is going to end, preparing for thirty or so.
I am stressed out. In burden I don't understand. What I think and what truth is messed up. Like The Script lyric, Feels like you drowning but still got breath. Like dreamseption. Sleepseption.
Commonly (here in my town) it because the fact that I am still single. But I don't think it's right. Because I am doing fine.
My mind just messed up some other time. I am just strees out by work and people's opinions. I want to scream f*ck off to those people. But it's not fair. So, I just shut myself off from society. I do whatever I want to do.
Me today is more awesome than me old day. Me old day is reminder, reminiscence for me today. Me today become from amazingly me old day.
I am grateful.
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