It is noteworthy to mention that yesterday was the fifth month since I have stopped smoking. When I have decided to smoke my last cigarette on the 4th of August 2017 at exactly 14:00, I have been smoke free. I feel quite liberated.
On the contrary to what most people might say, smokers and non-smokers alike, to stop smoking is not difficult at all. It is a lot more easier and simpler that most of us make it. To stop smoking is easy. All you need to do is to stop and no matter what happen, keep stopping. It has been very easy for me, but I guess I have a lot of practice.
I can still remember the first time I have smoked. When I have first inhaled the smoke, I coughed really hard as if I was Allergic to it. One of the greatest regret I have in my life is that I did not listen to my body that day. I was young and stupid that even though my body is telling me not to smoke, I did it anyway, so that I may look ‘cool’.
Today is my day-off. If truth to be told, I do not enjoy a day when I do not need to go to work. I enjoy going to work and I like that I feel a little bit tired after a good day’s work. It very gratifying and give me the sense of enduring happiness.
The only advantage I can appreciate on not going to work like today is that I can stay late in bed. That, of course, has its own peril. Staying in bed as late as I could – and I can certainly stay in bed as late as I could – makes me lazy, bored, and lethargic. The sense of emptiness that comes with it is just unbearable. That idleness is the greatest enemy of one’s soul is a Viable claim.
Just quite recently, I have developed a daily exercise which I would like to refer to as ‘The Study Game’. I allocate Almost three to four hours of my day for this stimulating mental exercise. The Study Game entails that I sit behind my desk and play pretend. I pretend that I am still studying in the university and with the help of the syllabi I have collected from each course I have taken, I am retracing my steps since day one in the graduate school.
When I read and study the texts required for one particular week in that particular course, I read and study them seriously as if I am, again, Almost preparing for an examination or a class presentation. Basically, what I am doing is retaking the courses I took in grad school for the second time around on my own and on my own time. The graduate school has provided me the theoretical concepts and methodological tools that enables me to study and work independently.
Now that I am no longer in the university, I miss the university so much. The academic environment is one of those rare spaces in which I feel free and empowered. For as long as I can remember, I have always liked going to school and being in a classroom.
I am not one of the brightest students in all the classes I have attended in the past. In fact, I do not really consider myself to be bright or intelligent at all. Learning for me is a struggle. I have had no idea of what I was doing most of the time. Nonetheless, I enjoyed studying and learning.
via 2017 Favorites
These are not only my favourite photographs that I have posted in this blog page so far, but that week’s photo challenge theme entitled good match was also my favourite theme. When I see these photographs, I cannot help myself but grab my pen and fill the empty pages of words written by my right hand. These pictures are my favourite because it also depicts my favourite activity: writing.
This picture has been taken before I go to work early today. As the sun gradually ascend, it is also setting the tone of the day ahead: although cold, it will be a sunny vibrant day! Of course, the ascension of the sun is just an illusion. The sun does not ascend nor descend. It is static.
One thing that can be claimed with absolute certainty is that I am not a legendary cook and my cooking is certainly no stuff of legend from which legends are made. But it will not be fair if I say: ‘damned! I can cook!’.
For someone who did not fancy cooking before like myself and always having food cooked for me in the past, I find cooking not only as the dreadful chore but also seems complicated and thus daunting. Perhaps, I used to find cooking to be dreadful because I thought it to be complicated. I have accepted that I am somebody who cannot cook.