Trivial.

In the streets of Hanoi, motorcycles are dominant, thin buildings are present everywhere.

It's amazing how humans have build upon the society with conscience and perception of things that are different according to race, culture, location. I spent the last days of 2012 and first few days of 2013 along the tourist destinations of the adjacent countries Cambodia and Vietnam, one hot, and the latter chilly for Ha Long Bay.

Set aside those tourists places over here for light notes and insertion of OOTD/WIWT posts and scenic shots, anyone can go click on the search engine and see quality photographs of Angkor Wat, Halong Bay, the city, the people, and at a glance you'd be acquainted with yellow to tan skin looking people working and continuing on their lives.


What was a great takeaway of this trip was the most informative tour leaders aroundand how they have used their lives as hard truths and stories on how they live.

Looks like  a developed city, but honestly within their grounds, not.

There never has been in my travelling with packages and arranged tour leaders who definitely gets commissions on places we go to be this frank, and so upon my dad's tumultuous inquiries on 'how much is the land here?' along with 2 other men in the bus, because of his property background, land became a story that we didnt much know about in Vietnam.

So, Vietnam. How much did I know about the country before? I only knew Pho noodles which I totally love and can eat every day (rice made to noodles. thin beef brisket, fresh aroma of the soup... and rarely found in my living location)... as well as a book about Vietnam cuisine by Bobby Chinn, the interracial chef - one of his roots is having some Vietnam blood and I got the book from the man. I read the preface and history snippets (forget the recipes, definitely no time doing).

But no, upon learning, their lives are so trivial - using American dollars like their own currency, living in tall thin houses, and yet they still can enjoy the higgledy-piggledy of its traffic...

Peace.

Because a peace sign with hands equals to two fingers up: this was in the mail about two weeks ago without prior notice, saying I have hosted 2 portfolio reviews in 2012 and here's the thumbs up physically. My journey continues on after as a BSA to the manager of Behance Indonesia.

Tinker.

Created for TIALM. Isn't it eye-pleasing and minimalistic?

I'm alive, and when I'm alive, this is the only time I get to blog because demands from here, here, and here is taking a full toll on me. I only can be blessed with so many activities, new friends, new experiences back in my motherland and still stay close to home.

Matter of fact I cannot wait to get out next year as well and be productive again with my brain and hands. 1 year should be enough as a break, aye?

The only thing I cannot stand will be eating fish and chips daily beacuse there's no legit veggies or fruits and no one's going to cut it for me and no one's going to clean up my messy room thanks to deadlines for postgrad... next year... anyone in the city I'll be moving in mid 2013, holla~

And that's the end of me being very sensible and being a minimalist. Hello, too much reading from manga, I'm still me!

So LOOK AT ME! SURPRISE! (James said that, if you do follow Line) Wishing anyone who's reading the very, very exciting best in 2013 for we have been given an amazing new chance to continue on to live our dreams. I can open my eyes, to type, to breathe, hear my heart beat, hear my friend's little embryo heart beat, see my dad going gaga over football, and eating my mom's everyday super delicious cooking I have to savour them everyday.

I met awesome new people as I moved back, successfully pulled off events this year, graduated, saw more stars except my shining boys, and onwards with my project, This Is A Lokal Movement.

I became 20.

What did you wish for, and what are you thankful for this year?