Monthly Archives for November 2009
What is It About Christmas?
December is coming, and the malls (I have to admit that I love going to malls, and this is a confession) start to be decorated with red and green and fake snowflakes. Fake plastic trees, and fake Santa Claus. Candies … Continue reading
The Death of Postal Service
Yesterday I received my 6th postcard from Russia of Postcrossing, and this morning I tested myself: draw a postman. Here’s what I drew: I don’t know why I drew this kind of postman, with blond hair and pale complexion, and … Continue reading
On Reversed Purpose
People do this all the time. Covering the eyes because they see what they don’t want to see. I’m doing this right now. Hiding beneath my palms because I don’t see what I want to see.
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Smell (revised)
When I was a kid, I once was asked, if I had to give up one from five senses I have, which one I would give up. I answered: smell. I’d be blind without my sight, and deaf, without my … Continue reading

Puti Karina Puar. 22. Geologist in the making. Learning to write and vice versa. 
