A Moment of Catharsis


A moment of catharsis today. Yup, I had about half an hour of wonderful catharsis today. Can’t wait to tell you all about it. It was so much fun discovering something new in my life.

I came to see a speaker today who gave a talk about Telling Dongeng. I came in with nothing in mind about what I was about to experience. No presumption whatsoever ahead of time. I was never even the type of person interested in dongeng and never had any adult telling me dongeng when I was a kid. Dongeng is Bahasa Indonesia for tale, fairy tale, or myth stories. It is usually told to kids. The speaker was teaching those of us who work with children and to adults who are interested to use dongeng in their line of work. It was held at a small after-school program across the street from where I work. The speaker was EXCELLENT! He never had any specific training about dongeng, but has been interested in the subject for over 20 years and pretty much taught himself about it. He is also a ventriloquist and showed us his skills.

The speaker has one unique characteristic about him and to a certain degree I think this characteristic has made him even better in the way he tells his dongeng. He’s blind. He wasn’t born blind, but contacted a virus that slowly took away his eyesight during his early adult years while he was still in college. He is probably now in his early 40s, so he has been blind for quite some time. He always loves telling stories and has quite an artistic talent. When he still had his eyesight, he also took up a training in acting and had even taken some acting jobs.

The training he gave ran for about 3 hours, and it has been a while since I had a very wonderful 3 hours that ran by so fast because I had so much fun. He started by introducing himself, explaining about his passion in telling stories, especially dongeng to little kids. He also talked about his experience telling dongeng to street kids, poor kids, kids who were born in brothels, and children who have been abused in his life, sexually or physically. His message to us, which I can still hear it well until now, is for us to never give up hope in trying to save or make a difference in the children of this country, and we can do that by as simple as telling stories, engaging children in stories, sending right and powerful messages to children through stories. Simple, yet strong, message.

After talking about his background and dongeng in general while modeling to us too a few examples of telling dongeng, he then asked us if we could start telling dongeng to each other. No response. There was silence among us. Some finally said no, including me. The speaker then, in his very comical way of talking (and he was very very very funny, by the way), changed his strategy and made us do two activities. The first one was meditation. He led us through a short meditation session with the purpose of emptying our mind and putting us into a relaxing mood. It wasn’t hypnosis, but just a simple breathing meditation. He had two assistants with him, and one of them used a laptop to play meditation music.

The second activity (and here comes the fun!) was an acting activity, but with a twist. He asked all of us to cover our eyes, to not rely on our eyes when we were playing the roles, but to simply ignore our surroundings and just act. This is where I think his uniqueness of being blind has influenced him, and he graciously shared that one uniqueness of his with us for one short moment. We all became blind for a moment, and then we were asked to pretend to be many roles and talk to someone in front of us.

At first I felt so awkward, weird, and embarrassed. Although I couldn’t see anything, I could still hear everyone. My hearing, if anything, became sharper. I could hear giggling everywhere. It was probably mine too, who knows. Then I heard the first instruction, “Be a policeman. Say anything, do whatever you want. You are now a policeman.” First I heard a hesitation around me, as if everyone was thinking. About 5 seconds later I started hearing someone said something. I was probably still giggling, too embarrassed to do anything, but I did try something. I acted as if I was stopping someone from riding his/her motorcycle, asking the person to step down, and making him to show his ID. Then the instruction changed, but I couldn’t remember what was the second role. It changed every 1 minute. All I know there’s a long list of roles given to us and here are some roles that I remember: a beggar, abang becak or a pedicab driver, a robber, and a prostitute. We were also asked to be a child, a very bad and insubordinate child, a child who just lost his/her mom and truly feeling the emotion to the point of crying, a mother, a grandmother, a grandfather, a man with deep voice, a little child with a little voice, a singing child, an angry person, a mad person acting crazy, laughing so loud, singing a dangdut song (dangdut is a genre of Indonesian popular music that is partly derived from Malay, Arab, and Hindustani music according to Wikipedia), a crying child, a girl trying to seduce a man, and so on. My favorite one of the entire list of roles was the laughing part. Now, that’s what I called a true catharsis. I was laughing my ass off, people! I was laughing so hard that I lost my voice afterwards.

You know, for an activity where I started off in the beginning very timid and awkward, I was surprisingly feeling like I wanted more when it ended. I truly got into it and loved it! I tell you what too, sometimes activities like this one that you truly don’t have any idea or presumption of what it is about is the one that truly surprises you. I was so glad that I came to the training, even if it meant that I had a very long working day…on a Saturday. It was worth it!

If anyone has not tried any acting exercise, I recommend you to try it. I realize that it’s not easy for everyone. A co-worker of mine who was standing right next to me was one of those people who couldn’t really get into it. She is a very disciplined person, somewhat more rational in her approach to things compared to the rest of us. She uses logic all the time, and to move from one part of the brain that relies on logic to the other part that focuses more on creativity was not easy for her. Regardless, she still enjoyed the whole acting exercise. Whoever and whatever type you are, I still recommend you to try this once in your life. It’s very…cathartic. 🙂

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A Light of Hope: An Essay about Orphanage


I visited an orphanage last week and discovered a new piece of information about that type of institution in my country (Indonesia). Quite a trip, actually. Enough to make me wanting to write about it.

It was on a late afternoon. Not my first time to visit the orphanage, but during this second visit I was able to see and learn a great deal more about orphanage in general. My first visit was a quick one on one early morning about a month prior. It was to help an internal staff meeting for the orphanage, and during that first visit I did not get a chance to interact much with the children.

On my second visit last week, which was also accompanied by the same friend who introduced me to the orphanage and accompanied me on the first visit, we took with us four students from the class that we co-teach together. We wanted to get the students the first hand experience from the field about societal problems, and this orphanage happened to be on our list of possible sites. The students seem to get the lessons we intended them to learn on that day, but they weren’t the only one. I too got a few new lessons as well.

First, I found out the differences between institutions that provide social services to children in Indonesia and the ones in the U.S. Not surprisingly, social services in the U.S. are more organized. Services for children and teenagers are also more organized, but it does not mean that the system in the U.S. is without flaws. Even within a very organized system, flaw exists. Anyway, I’ll try my best to describe what I know about the two places, and hope I’m close to accurate.

Orphanage in the U.S. are meant typically for children who lost their parents. Children in that institution therefore usually do not have parents or know their parents. In the U.S., however, the system of keeping them under one roof in a residential place is fading away and replaced by a system that allows children to live in a family structure and environment. The goal for all children who are being helped by the Children Social Services in the U.S. is to find a family who will raise them as one of their own family member. This type of family is called foster family. Thus, less and less orphanage type of residential housing exists nowadays in the U.S. If there is such thing as a residential place for children and adolescents, they tend to be divided by its purpose.

For example, there are residential places for immigrant children who are caught being smuggled into the U.S.; I used to work at one of them. There are also residential places for older children and teens who have committed some kind of criminal activities, and this type of placement is usually divided again into what type of level of security needed to control the children. Usually, the more serious the criminal activities (i.e., gang-related, murder, serious type of assault, firearms-related assault) are given a higher level of security and treated almost like a prison. Children/teens who have committed less serious criminal activities or only juvenile delinquency type will be placed in a less secured place that looks more like a house than a prison. The type of intervention given to each place will also be different, of course. Based on its purpose, orphanage in the U.S. therefore, if it still exists, is truly made for children who do not have any parents or family members anymore who can take care of them and orphans are given services that fit them. Their living environment is also unlike the residential places for children with a history of juvenile delinquency.

Now let’s compare the description above to what I observed and learned last week. First of all, there are still a lot of orphanages in Indonesia. Secondly, not all of those children in the orphanage have lost their parents. Many of them still actually have their parents around, who for one reason or another, could no longer support and raise them. The main reason that made these parents finally gave up their parental support and rights of their children, as you can probably guess, is poverty. However, there are also special situations where the parents did not completely give away their parental rights. Instead, they made an agreement with the orphanage so the children can live and go to school there, with the tuition and living costs paid somehow by the parents (a very considerably low rate and sometimes subsidized by some kind of funding) while the parents live somewhere else in the city, work full-time to get income for the family and save some money to get a living arrangement in the future. These kids will get a chance once a week to see their parents for a day and then return to stay at the orphanage again.

Then there are situations where the children were uprooted from their family due to violence in the family or living conditions that are just too poor and unbearable for their health and safety. For example, there have been some children, where in some situations there are perhaps siblings, who used to live on the street with their parents, working as beggars. They are usually known as ‘street kids’ or in Bahasa Indonesia, anak jalanan. Some of them already have a history of minor criminal activities, such as pickpocket or stealing, taught by their parents or other adults. These children are taken from the street due to the dangerous and dire living conditions on the day to day basis, but because the country has no system of housing specially made for these children, they’re then put inside an orphanage. Indonesia also does not have a foster-care system. Hence, orphanage becomes the only institution to house and serve all types of children with nowhere else to go.

The organization already has a pretty good system of placement. It is run by a private funding and there is no governmental involvement or funding. It does still lack a great deal of services; one of them is psychological or mental health services for the children. The children already has a good school system because the organization is connected to a school ready for them with a curriculum that follows the national education standard. The orphanage itself also has a pretty adequate facility for the children to live, study in the evening, play and run around, a chapel, a computer room, and so on. They also have a futbol field. Overall, the place is adequate enough to live. It provides safety and comfort for the children.

The orphanage I visited, however, is considered a pretty good orphanage compared to some of the other ones that are run with less funding and staff resources. In the same city where I live, there is another orphanage located close to the ‘red light district’, a very well known place for sex industry. An unquoted source told me once that this red light district has just recently been described to have the highest number for HIV/AIDS cases throughout the whole Indonesia. Children in this orphanage mostly were born from mothers who are part of the red light district industry. This particular orphanage is funded by private funding. It is not a compound like the other orphanage nor it has facilities like the other one. It consists of a two-floor building only that is attempting to accommodate way too many children. The bedrooms don’t even have beds anymore for a reason. Children sleep on mattresses on the floor, laying next to each other, in order to be able to accommodate more bodies. I have not been to this particular orphanage, but I may check it out myself in the future. It is not clear to me what services these children receive other than to cover their basic needs, such as food, drink and shelter.

In a quick capture, I attempted to share some of my new experience and knowledge about orphanage and the lack of an organized social services for children in my country. I am aware of the fact that this essay has not captured a comprehensive view of orphanage system in Indonesia, but only about the few ones in the city where I live. I’d like to mention that there is a third and bigger orphanage in the city that houses children from babies to college-age young adults. The college-age young adults have the responsibility to provide some care for the younger children in the orphanage. The college-age ones are also given scholarship to attend college, and one of those young adults is actually a student of mine. In other words, there doesn’t seem to be one particular rule about how orphanages work in Indonesia. Each runs by itself, probably with very small control or influence from the government, and each makes its own rules on how to use its funding as well.

I realize that my country still needs a lot more to improve in terms of services for children, but I am happy to see that attempts have been made by some responsible individuals and organizations to provide the best care possible for the children. Things are not perfect and may never be perfect, even in a developed country like the U.S., but striving for better is the message that I try to convey to my students. Perhaps in the future, these students are the ones that will think about new ways, new interventions that work. Let’s always stay hopeful.

2011 in Review, part 2


An Attempt on a Year-End Reflection

I started this post yesterday but couldn’t finish it. Actually, I couldn’t even start it. I tried at it again earlier today, stared and stared at the screen, and still nothing happened. The problem is, I don’t know what to write. Unlike my last post for the year 2010, which was a year-end reflection like what I intended to do, I am kind of stuck right now, mentally blocked on what to write.

The truth is, and probably why my mind couldn’t come up with any words of reflection, I am tired. Tired, tired, tired. Mentally exhausted. I’m tired of everything. There had been times throughout this year that I actually thought of giving up. Whatever that means, I’m not too sure myself because I don’t think I can actually do anything to harm myself. In clinical psychology there’s a name for that thought, but let’s not go there. Truthfully, if the world ends in December 2012, there’s a small part of me inside that may actually let out a relief sigh. I’m tired, fed up with everything. In Bahasa Indonesia, this feeling can be loosely translated to jenuh. Some Indonesians may translate jenuh back to English as feeling bored, but I think jenuh is more than bored. It’s closer to the feeling fed up than bored. Maybe that word jenuh can summarize my year. There, that’s my piece of reflection for this year.

I thought twice about writing my piece of mind in the paragraph above because I don’t want to alarm anyone, especially some close friends who may be reading (emphasis is on the word ‘may’). That’s why sometimes it’s easier to write poems than essays like this, because I can express myself more freely in poems. I can go into the dark side in poetry without maybe alarming anyone. But no poems tonight. I’m just feeling too tired tonight to create anything. Even if something comes out in writing, I’m afraid it may be too dark and it won’t be appropriate for the end of the year. I think people expect to read something more festive, cheerful and hopeful around this time.

But even with my mental exhaustion, I don’t want to forget to wish everyone a Happy New Year. My hope for all of you is that the new year will bring you wonderful things. My hope for me is that…. I don’t know what, really. I’m afraid to hope. Just one day at a time for me. There! That’s my second piece of reflection for 2011, that I’ve been going through the year one day at a time. It has been helpful and I plan to continue it. You all have a peaceful New Year’s celebration. Don’t drink and drive. Don’t cause havoc. Be nice to each other. I, on the other hand, for once I truly, truly, truly want a glass of wine. I haven’t had any wine, or alcohol in that matter, for months. I’d like to get drunk on a new year’s eve, but I also know very well that thought will just stay as a wishful thinking. Because it ain’t gonna happen due to many circumstances. *sigh* I’m tired.

What is Christmas, part 2


Christmas to the eyes of a 21-year old girl.

Credit image to Angels Advocate @DeviantArt, titled Where are You Christmas

 

The campus is officially closed. All buildings are locked, parking lots are empty, streets are bare, not a single soul. The last car leaving town just passes by the park where she has been sitting watching the street. This college town has once again stand true to its status. Holiday time means ghost town. All left are the deserted one, the uprooted, scurrying around to establish the familiar feeling everyone seems to be hunting for during this time in the year. Some succeed, some fail miserably.

It’s a cold day. The bench feels cold and damp. Earlier, the forecast gave a warning for a snow storm, a heavy one they said. It has started a few minutes ago. Big, wet drops. The kind that will make a white hexagonal stain on dark clothes. Some fall on her face, which she gladly allows it, hoping to balance the salty taste from the previous wetness. “Here we go,” she thinks to herself, “It’s my fourth one, I should know by now the routine steps.” It’s a dance after all. Has beginning, middle, and end. Yet, she seems to be stumbling on a few steps this time around.

The dance practice hasn’t gone as well as she expected. But what is she truly rehearsing for anyway? Is it to be an expert in asking the same question, “Where are you, Christmas,” year after year?

 

Friday’s Fave Five # 6


As usual, I’m late with my FFF, so going directly to my faves, here they are:

1. A close friend from high school had a birthday get-together on Saturday last week. It was nice to be out and doing something on a Saturday night. It’s been a while, and so I made sure I had a good time.

2. The next day, at the church mass on Sunday, I was so lucky to choose a mass that happened to have a children’s choir. My church often receives visitor choir groups from nearby schools. On that morning, the children’s choir was such a delight to listen. The children seem to range from ages 7 to 12 of both genders. I noticed two of the boys were still so young and little, likely to be the youngest ones in the group, that they had to stand on a small chair in order to reach the microphone. The choir’s voice was so pure, innocent, fresh, and beautiful. On two songs, they were singing and moving together a little bit following the song’s rhythm and lyrics. Those kids were just adorable. People were clapping afterwards that it reminded me of the scene from Whoopi Goldberg’s Sister Act. Actually, it was a mix of Sister Act and Sound of Music. Just…mind blowing. My eyes filled with tears a few times from being touched by the beautiful music. I was so lucky to experience it and be part of the beautiful moment. Loved it!

3. On Monday, I got to hang out after work with my new coworkers. My first time hanging out with them. We went to see a movie and ate dinner afterwards. The only movie that was decent enough to watch, unfortunately, was Breaking Dawn. I’m not a big fan of the Twilight Saga, but the movie was surprisingly entertaining. Anyway, I got to see my new coworkers in a different light. I had a good time! My feet, however, gave up at the end of the day. I had blisters from wearing these professional looking shoes all day. I sure miss my sandals.

4. On Thursday, I attended a graduation celebration for the newly graduates from my department, the psychology department. These were students that were about to graduate with their Bachelor degree in psychology the next morning. The tradition is that either on the eve or a few days before graduation, all the to-be graduates receive some kind of farewell ceremony within their department, a small version of graduation ceremony. It was a wonderful celebration, and I got to meet more new faces (yippee!…*grunting*). All of those faces that I met introduced their names to me, and almost none of those names I still remember. I know, this is bad. They should have probably served alcohol with the meal too, and maybe, maybe then I will remember. 😉

5. This fifth one may sound strange and rude to some, but it’s not my intention to be rude. The story goes like this: I heard a sad news on Friday about a death in the family of someone I went to the same high school together. I never talked to her then and honestly, I didn’t know her then and now, but I know of her, I know who she is. She receives two unfortunate deaths in her family within a period of less than a month, two close and important people in her life. When I heard about it on Friday, my heart just felt so bad for her. I mean the trial time that she’s in now is so heavy and big. You may wonder why I picked this as one of my faves and this is the part that may sound rude or bad to some people, but I’m hoping it’s not. It’s because I see an incident like what happens to my friend as a reminder for me of what I have, of the precious people that are close to my heart, and I am thankful for them and for what I have. I try to remember to be thankful in my prayer every day. And for those people who I can’t express directly how much I am thankful for their roles in my life, I pray for their well-being and I thank them in my prayer for entering my life.

These are my FFF. I had a wonderful week this past one. I hope I’m blessed enough to have more to come.

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Friday’s Fave Five # 5


I’m late to turn in my FFF. This was supposed to be turned in on Friday, December 2, and I just wrote mine today. So everything I wrote here was from last week Saturday to Friday, the 2nd. Not to waste anymore time, here they are:

1. For my number one this week, it has to be the starting of my new job on Thursday, December 1st. It went smoothly, if anything it was a bit slow. The pace picked up a little faster the next day and on Saturday. Yes, I have to work from Monday to Saturday, but that is actually normal in Indonesia. Many schools and offices do open from Monday to Saturday. I am going to miss having Saturday off. Another adjustment.

2. On Tuesday, I spent my whole morning and half of my afternoon with a friend from high school. It’s been months since the last time I saw her, and we spent hours of talking about the present and reminiscing about the past in between her driving to pick her daughter from school, taking the daughter to an after-school tutoring class, eating lunch together at the mall, and then picking up her son from his school. It was awesome. Oh, I forgot to mention that at one point we were talking while she was feeding her daughter in the car. I love it. It beats any lunch time meetings I’ve ever had in the past with friends over salad and ice tea.

3. While eating lunch at the mall with my friend, the mall apparently thought that it was time to start playing Christmas music. It was only November at that time. I was waiting for the same feeling that I used to have in previous years every time I listened to the first Christmas music playing in the stores or malls, but it didn’t happen this time. Instead of feeling negative about the music, I actually welcomed it this time and enjoyed it. I also didn’t feel homesick. I felt content listening to it.

4. I went out to a mall by myself for the first time this week in this city. That’s a loaded statement, by the way, if you knew me. For one, I’m not a mall person. I don’t really look forward to going to any mall, not to mention going to a mall alone. I always think that it looks and feels stupid to walk around in the mall alone, especially when you have nothing to buy. Well, that’s just it. I forced myself to go because I had to buy some things and to get a haircut. I went in and out as soon as I could. Like a flash. But I got what I needed, which was a gift for a friend. And I got the haircut I needed, so I considered the trip as an accomplishment.

5. Somehow I managed to cut my electricity use this month by half from the previous month. Don’t ask how, but I was just so happy when I saw the bill. 🙂

That’s all, folks. Please click the Christmas FFF above to read more other bloggers’ FFF.

Have a wonderful week to all of you. I will probably be spending less time with my blog because of the early adjustment process with starting a new job, but I’m still around and will be posting posts here and there.

Friday’s Fave Five # 4


I’m trying something different today, putting poetry aside temporarily. The last time I joined this Friday’s Fave Five meme was in June 11th this year. I remember that day very well. It was a Saturday, my last weekend in the U.S. I left 6 days later on the 17th. I haven’t been back to this FFF meme for that long and I kinda miss it. So, without wasting any more time, here are my five favorite things that happened this week:

1. Many of my friends know that I currently rent a room in Indonesia. It’s a living situation that is actually very common in Indonesia. Apartments are starting to appear here and there in big cities, and so they’re not as commonly available yet as in the U.S. Instead, what’s more common are houses, big or small, with rooms to be rented out. It’s a temporary living arrangement that I decided to take up for the moment to make it easier for me. Anyway, this house where I stay currently houses about 30-40 ladies. I have been staying to myself in my room most of the time, which is perhaps an attempt to maintain some kind of privacy on my part. However, it’s already getting close to the end of my second month here and I started to wonder if I should at least do a little chit chat or small talk here and there with some at least, but never found a good opportunity to do that. Then one came knocking earlier this week, on Monday. There was a soccer game on TV, Indonesia vs. Malaysia. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the situation between these two countries, let me inform you that there’s a little bit of rivalry between the two. Well, a little is probably not a fair one to say. A HUGE rivalry between the two. I think we’re always friendly to each other to the eyes of the world, but there are just those little things behind the camera that we’re constantly competing and bickering. It was the final game to determine the gold medalist during the SEA (South East Asian) Games in soccer. SEA Games is held similar to the Summer Olympics but among Southeast Asian countries only. I don’t need to tell you how big this soccer game meant for the two countries.

So I started watching the pre-game show. Pretty soon, the other occupants started to show up. Some brought their dinner, some brought snacks, and one surprisingly brought a can of beer, which is a very rare thing to see in Indonesia. If I were still in the U.S., it wouldn’t surprise me a bit, but not here. Oh jeez, am I old fashioned? Unfortunately, she wasn’t sharing. Ugh. She only had one can, and I was too embarrassed to ask. Anyway, the game.

It was a good game. Indonesia scored the first goal within 5 minutes the game started, followed by Malaysia not too long later, also within the first round. After those two goals, the game kind of put us on edge the entire time. Many attempts, many free kicks, corner kicks, but none went in. Second round, still the same. Over time, round one, the same. The last round of over time, still no score. Liked it or not, the game was forced to go to the penalty kicks. Needless to say, I was off of my seat, walking around, separating myself from the group. See, I had to swear…in English. Didn’t want to scare anyone. The game was held in Indonesia. There were plenty of Malaysian fans too, but I swear to you, during those last moments, the stadium was…quiet. And my fear happened. We were hit hard. On the last kick! It had gone to the last of the 5 kicks, and right there, all hope suddenly… poof! Gone. Oh, what a shame. What a disappointment. Indonesia lost. In our land too. Defeated by our biggest ene…errr…friend :D.

The whole game just took us on this roller coaster ride from the beginning. We hoped, we cheered, we screamed, we laughed. We made quite a harmonious small choir that night. It was wonderful. Yes, we lost the game but somehow I left feeling good. Here’s my favorite part of the whole night. While the game was awesome, it wasn’t really about the game that made me put this event as number one on my fave fives. A thought couldn’t help to pop up…did I just bond with the girls? Oh my, I believe I did. And it gets even more odd: it happened over a sports game. I mean, a bunch of ladies? Sports? And not even in a bar? *shrug* Just a thought ;).

Now, seriously, after a story like the one above, should I really continue with the other 4 faves? Okay, if you say so. I’ll try, but I doubt nothing can beat that one.

2. I bought my own first, Indonesian-language bible. Hoaaa???? What, what? See, I told you! But on a more serious note now, and by the way, I honestly did not pick this point on purpose to show the climactic difference between its value from the one before it ;), but I put it here because it meant a great deal for me. I never bought myself a bible. This was the first one, my own. I’ve always been given one or borrowed someone else’s, not to mention one in my own language.

3. I’m the type that when I get to a new place and by myself, I tend not to venture out to explore it right away. I would probably wait it out a bit, sit and watch people first, and then..maybe, I will slowly try to explore the area. This can be applied to how I adjust to my current living place. It’s almost two months and I still don’t know much about where to go in my area to buy food. I know some places, but apparently not a whole lot. This week, I learned that just around the block from my building, a stretch of the street apparently bloomed with street food vendors in the evening. Now, why did it take me this long to know this? So I ventured out of comfort zone a bit more this week. I got to know a little more about my area. And I tell you what, it was worth the fried rice and fried noodle I’ve been having this week. Slurp… :D.

4. I went out for a dinner with two close friends last night. If you’ve been following my blog, you have actually met these two characters. They are my fellow thieves (see the blog piece here). Luckily, we did not have to steal our meals last night.

5. And last but not least, my blog and supportive comments from my friends/readers. I’ve started to become active again with my blog, a commitment that perhaps is easier to accomplish this week and next week, but not so much easier after that. I’ll be officially ending my “unemployment” status next week and heading into another new adjustment territory. I hope to be able to keep up with this blog then. This blog, the writing, the productivity, the keeping my mind busy, have helped me tremendously this week and last week. I feel so positive every time I published a blog piece and received feedback, and therefore, I would like to be able to continue it even during my new adjustment time in the near future.

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These are my FFF for this week, folks. What’s yours? Hope to join this meme again next week. Until then, have a wonderful weekend, everyone. I’ll be busy visiting other blogs this weekend again. Ciao for now.

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