Change Yourself vs Yourself Changed

The weather here has been quite harsh for me. If it is not really harsh. It was 6 below 0 degrees when I was coming back from Spain. During this month the temperature was uplifted a little to 2 degrees, and I feel warm. Strange. I never knew how I am still survive in this condition.
This brought me to this point of adaptation. Yeah, I know, I've been here for almost 4 months. I always consider the first three months as an adaptation phase, but apparently people always change. So, this adjusting stuff is an on-going process.
What's so good about it? For me, after accepting the condition and smile happily to be where you are, you will turn into a different person. Not a completely 180 degrees revolution, but slightly shifting from who you were before. So, does it make you happy? I can not guarantee that, but certainly the same boredom also could softly kill.
So I started wearing ultra mini short pants while roaming around in the apartment, and I feel happy. This is the skill I learn at this point. Adaptation is not only about changing. It is also about being true to yourself. So, when you succeed, most likely you become the person you want to be, also the person wanted by your surrounding. An equilibrium state whereas everybody is happy.
And should you stop at that stage?
Nothing more fascinated me than the person who never get tired of exploring this world. For sure, I would love to be the one with many possibilities. An alteration? No, it's just me with richer personality.

It feels so good to be reunited with your inner self - as usual my wise ass

Bloody Blah Blah Blah

We have been struggling with the book. Actually, the content in it. I was up until 4 last night, tried hard to get everything into my head. Reading and learning are fun in someway, but understand things and stuff them inside your brain is another thing. We invented the terms bloody and virus and all the nasty things just to cheer us up, but still, this is something we have to go through.

It’s been years. And I remember so well those kinds of days. The sleepless nights and hopeless sight from my eyes. The way I prepared my best pen along with my must-have mechanical pencil. And after the day, I went home in the sleepiest manner one could ever have, and had my most peaceful sleep. The next day I could paint a smile in my face.

In here, I am expecting something else.

A bottle, chips and you as a beer bud.

We will survive, believe me.

And in my mind I can picture something like this after I handed in the answer sheet “That was fun!”

Coffee Survival

So, after 2 I closed down some tabs on my firefox. An hour ago, I had a very late evening tea with a friend from Syria. Two hours ago I tried to play some song on the piano. 6 hours ago, I was in Germany.

My windows media player is playing all the Carpenter hits and some songs from Five for Fighting. If the song is not too loud, I can hear the noise from the wind which is blowing outside. Gees, it must be crazy freezing cold out there.

I am curling under my ivory white duvet and then grabbing Doraemon by the hand. I promised my self to get some sleep after this. I prefer tea other than coffee is simply because I want to get some sleep whenever I intend to.

It is exactly what happened back in Banda Aceh. In the small city, the key of survival is how you manage to get through the weekend without the killer boredom feeling. One good thing is, Banda Aceh has this strong thick black coffee that magically puts me to sleep easily.