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Ads about Google doodle (yet again!)

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GREENS.

#practicemakesperfect #illustration #woman #story #face #sketch #perspective #hello #memory #memento #house #home #good old days #move on

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My Face Calendar.

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The Story About A House.

#practicemakesperfect #illustration #woman #story #perspective #hello #face #sketch #nose 👃

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The Story About A House.

#practicemakesperfect #illustration #woman #story #perspective #hello #face #sketch #sadness

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Women of Faraway-Land

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the Sky is the Limit.

#practicemakesperfect #video #perspective #landscape #skull #story

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the Sky is the Limit.

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Mirrors.

Several years ago, I took a picture of myself in front of a mirror. The image showed me and another me a d another me and seemingly countless another me. But then, I lost it. I thought I'd draw an image for the lost picture taken that fateful day.

-linda2023

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Cupcakes.

What cupcakes mean for me is always personal. It is about a personal battle, a lost of a friend and a tribulation that should have been ended years ago but still haunted me to this very day. It also means a war to be a better self. It is about the roads not taken, the time that has been lost without really been wisely explained to myself, or to close persons in my heart. Cupcakes are sometimes muffins.

-linda2023

#practicemakesperfect #illustration #story #perspective #cupcakes #choices #options #choosing

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Can I Go There Too?

#video #story #journey #sunrise #sunset #mudik

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Oh, the terribly long day and terribly long night!

Turned my coin purse from flowers to other more 3D-esque type of flower 🌺

Happy how it turned out, fortunately.

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The Season of Blues.

It was always busy at this time of year. We had a clearance sale of all the items colored blue. I wonder what it meant myself. Everything from the umbrellas, the coats, the stationaries, the small purses, to the most unsaleable gimmick that looked like a deformed mushroom, poorly painted in azure and sold with a blonde doll too big for its rooms - got each a price reduction.

After hours of hard work of sorting everything blue, some measurable amounts of blue-colored items seemed to stuck in one of the corners of the warehouse. I was sure to have a look at the carefully labeled boxes piled in one of the corners in such a messy manner. The place was cold and the walls were plastered with big bold paint of how the room was used: BOXES PLACED ACCORDING TO ITS SIZES AND WEIGHTS. Within the boxes were the items that still needed sorting out. The shop was actually quite packed everything else, so obviously we had a task to prepare a special corner for the clearance sale of everything blue items.

Most of the time, I did almost nothing. Some employees were hired to do the bookkeeping, some other do the purchasing of the goods sold in the shop, some to attend the shoppers and some were to responsible for the cleaning of the shop as well as the warehouse area. Of course, there were many things that needed handling in the shop and one might think it was a questionable a statement that I did almost nothing most of the time. But it was true!

For the special occasions, such as the holidays and other national commemoration, the shop prepared special customer loyalty programs, including special discounts for loyal shoppers who come to the shop, clearance sales, and special point rewards that the customers can redeem with many items sold in the shop. I think this is what I do best.

The programs were then discussed with the teams. I could already see it happened. Everyone would then be busy with the preparations of how the concepts would transform the shop. I let those busybodies think about the adjustments and the alterations to have the shop preetier for our special occasions. Still, I could not help myself worrying about the little details happening in the shop. It has caused me a mild stress. I didn't usually put everything into a note, except if they hit something in me. The things that made me did a quick detour and, instead of thinking about the shop, I busied myself with the thoughts of something else for a little while.

Almost nothing came as coincidences. The clearance sale at our shop started in the middle of the month and lasted for a month. This might not be the best marketing strategy to have the sale started in the middle of the month, but we have pulled out our cards and we better defended it. I have come back to the small notes on my phone. People would not get why I ever wrote them. It consisted of random things that I was never so sure why I needed to memorize them but I wrote them afterall to let myself be reminded about something. Something important.

Something should already happen a long, long time ago, yet none of the happenings I think should happen has come into reality. Every year, though, I thought I should add the fact about the tidbits that kept coming from time to time: the sprinklers on top of the donuts, the rainbows 🌈 and the pot of gold by the end of each one of them, the term 'tangram' and what the term do to you to make you understand it was more than some random vocabularies stated by the publishers, the repeated plots in the movies I watched, the cat with the ugly spots in his face that kept coming to my house for food, the hideous design of the newly launched smart phone, the pajamas outfit for my short lunch break with a friend, and even the smell (how do you take notes on smells: maybe the specific note of vanilla and a hint of spice -- a certain one I neglect to remember, but should I?). Not much I could do with those items I have on my note, yet I kept writing them like they matter. One should have a good reason to keep such long line of random, not-so-important items in their notes.

It was as if my younger self tried to give me hints of what would happen when I am much older. It was this what I am afraid of: it was my older self who would later go back to the past for the sole purpose of having me tokens of anything that might befall upon me should I not take good care of myself. They came back with the memory of why I ever bothered to write them down in my notes. I think I took notes of the small, various things that might represent my misfortune, or if I am careful enough not to make a grave mistake, a breakthrough for a brilliant future.

Then, it was only recently when almost every single one of these signs come flooding from everywhere; in the news, part of the conversation in a beauty soap advertisement (dejavu!), and in the many articles I read in several days time - even months. They also came right before my everything blue items clearance sale at the shop.

It has been days of a little too short of nights' rests and I felt a pang of nausea that sent shivers down to my arms from my head, making me feel giddy. I didn't feel comfortable feeling giddy. The mixed feelings has managed to put me restless. It was wrong to seemingly having a temper without intending to do so. They have caused me to pause for thoughts on the simplest details that could already be decided in one go. I didn't feel so confident anymore about continuing with what I had planned. Should I postpone everything, including and most importantly the clearance sale (of everything blue)? I couldn't see it just yet.

--linda2023

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Finding New Meaning to Being Myself.

There are times when I think I'd like to just go and be myself. "Being myself", though, has slowly turned into something that possess an entirely new meaning. Being myself used to mean I can laugh myself out without really have to worry about too many things. It used to also mean I have the privilege to share secrets without being judged. No, I never really think this means I am a feminist. Far from it, I just want to be myself. As I am getting older, I realized I changed so much, not just because I understand better, but also because I think I embrace different values than my younger self. Then, naturally, life gets tougher the older you become, and not necessarily one gets any wiser. I learned from rejections (and sometimes from solitudes) as much as I understand life from being in the crowd. That's how I am amassed; what I am made of. Thus, without much explanations, I think "being myself" is somewhat a term I'd like to overcome --- to get myself through the phase.

@linda2023

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I think I asked you this question all the time.

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The Incredibly Horrid Imaginary Rows.

It was almost midnight when she thought she heard the voice of the news anchor from one of the TV programs attacked her verbally. She blinked. It was late after all.

When the voice of the news anchor kept coming and attacking her with threats and all the things she couldn't understand before she mentioned them on TV night after night, she couldn't but thinking if it was really her the voice was attacking. She thought about it carefully for months before attacking the voice she heard on TV back, by way of defending herself. "This is crazy! She couldn't possibly hear me," she mused silently.

Since then, however, she had a verbal rows with the voice from the TV and they happened from time to time for a quite long while. The news anchor seemed to hear her responses and this fact alone frightened the women terribly. She tried to discuss this horrid imaginary rows, which filled with curses and defamation with a close relative. "It was as if the news anchor knows me personally!" she said it almost in a loud whisper to her cousin, "You need to watch me having rows with this news anchor. Because I am not crazy!"

She also tried to consult the imaginary situation with as many people as possible. Sometimes she told them the story as how it has happened. Some other time, she went all the length of making metaphors and pretended to be a storyteller to ensure them it was only a legend they heard from her. As she continued her habit to watch the TV program, the voice kept his habit to bully her verbally. None of them has come with a real helping hand. She was scared she has lost her sanity.

Then, the situation got worse in her head. She was not sure why she minded the verbal attacks at all, but as the rows became increasingly most uncomfortable to watch, the other audience who also watched the TV program started to get themselves involved in the heated rows. She should just stop watching the news program, however, she couldn't help not finishing what she has already started. The result would be this: The news anchor would cease to attack her verbally and she would still be watching the news program with a clear mind and a happy soul.

Reality did not always turn as pretty as your hard work has attributed. Thanks to the nosy audiences who came uninvited into the rows, she could have the rows ended. She lost the battle against the evil voice, but, fortunately, the imaginary society, which involved her in countless other imaginary conversations, forgives her.

-linda2022

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Heads in the Clouds.

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