Time, please send these words to the me in the past, in that exact life-changing time line. Make sure these words reach my eyes by all means, as an obvious warning, obvious enough to stop my foolish action. I'm sitting here, exhausted, hating you for bringing me all the way here. Don't go to the sea every weekend. Two trains, sitting, nine hours one direction, two buses. You know you hate the feeling of not having enough sleep, don't you? So exhausting that you don't know how to express that feeling in words, do you? Quit it, don't go there every weekend, your exhaustion is the universe trying to save you from your silly life-risking decision. Stop going there, please, you're going to hell, you shouldn't do it when it causes you that level of exhaustion. Go home, don't go there anymore. You always cut the connection, don't get blinded by all those numbers, glamour whatever. Your feeling is the only thing you should follow or pursue. Don't go the...
Woke up by the noise at 4 AM. I forced myself to get up, to do the unfinished chores, to cook the pumpkin for my lunchbox. I chopped some garlic and onion, then peeled the pumpkin, remove the seeds, cut it to small cubes. No big enough frying pan or wok, so I just put the garlic and onion into the soup pot, stirred a bit with oil and salt, then added the pumpkin, stirred a bit, then covered the pot, let it simmer for 15 minutes. This sort of pumkin is rich in water, no extra water was added. When the it was cooked, I got half pot of liquid, I sliced some fresh basil I planted in the pot, added it on top. Meanwhile I cleaned the mess left on the counter, the table, the floor. Everyone deserves a cleaning robot. Then I brewed a cup of coffee from the ground beans, that aroma was pleasant. When I rushed out at 8 minutes to 11 AM. I forgot to take my lunchbox. The pumpkin waited for me at the counter, stayed untouched for whole day. I'd eat it tomorrow, too tired to eat anything at nig...