Feeling great again

The last post show how resented and unhappy I was. But now, the happy me is coming back.
This poem, I came across the next day I fell, comfort my soul.



The swap must go on, right? It's always something that make my day, even a little postcard from postcrossing. =)
I write to Jennifer, an amazing eco-friendly penpal who I know from Going Postal, with a gift made from recycled materials. Nothing can compare to what she sent me, environmentally friendly vintage sticker! Amazing and pretty. So I made her this in return,



Hoping that she will like it.

Thanks Faiza for letting me know about this Great Swap. I am so excited to send out stuff to cheers people's day up!




If you want something special to turn up in your mail box, You have to join this New friend Swap!

As always, my little angel is my source of happiness.


So I made him some personal ad for I LOVE MY DOG swap. Haha, thanks swap-bot never make me get bored.



Cheers, Cheers, Cheers, from Vicky.

I fell. Lost a tooth.

TOTALLY UNPLEASANT BLOG POST. IT MIGHT MAKE YOU FEEL BAD. DON'T READ IT IF YOU HAD A NICE DAY.

I fell down few days ago. I broke my front tooth. My left upper arm is wounded and for god sake I guess I am having a infection. Both my knees has bruise.

That morning, there are almost twenty steps and I would reach my school front door. I fainted. I fell. I broke myself. I see my blood and tooth on the concrete floor. Massive pain.

A girl walk across me. She walked over my arm and ran away.
A man was waiting at the bus stop, watching the whole process. Did nothing.

No. I didn't cry at that time.
I stand up the next second I am conscious.

Calmly walk myself to the ladies room.
Clean my wound.
Calmly took 10 mins walk to the nearest drug store, bought a bandage and put it on my wound.

Took 40 mins train to the Emergency Room.

The first person I met in the ER is a receptionist.
Asking me, rudely, for name and address, and of course,
Money, a hundred HKD.
And I learned. My name, address and 100 HKD are much more important than my life in our capitalist Hong Kong.
No one, literally, no one in that hospital care why I was there.

I waited for two hours.
Called no one.
Keep telling myself. I can manage. I can manage. Just be strong.
Listening to the radio all the way.
I give no shit of what was broadcasting.

Finally, a nurse call my name.
Lead me to the doctor's room.
I sit on the bed.
Chilled. Chilled. Chilled.
Nurse and doctor walk by.
Read my record.
And ran away.
Ten mins later. I thought it was 10 years.

A doctor sit down.
Checking my wound, my knee and my tooth.
He asked a nurse to clean my wound.
And said, you should go to see dentist.
I can't help you here.

He Stared at the computer.
Click. Click. Click.
And ran away.
The nurse told me,
follow the green line, go to the pharmacy for pills.

I waited two hours. For three minutes with the doctor.
What The Fuck?
I should have consulted the private practice.
I wasn't thinking.
As if ER was my only option. But hell no, always, government ER is always your LAST option.

I waited at the pharmacy.
My aunt called.
Nerve broke down.
Right in front of the pharmacy.
Tears just coming out.
Try to calm down myself still.
Not to worry her.
Just ask my aunt. Where can I see a dentist.
Gradually, I told her everything.

After visiting the dentist,
I back home.
Going to take a bath.
During the shower.
I cried. Like crazy.

Put myself together.
Look forward to have few painful operation performed by the dentist I barely know.

Really, when should you call for help?
I knew if I would have called anyone the second I fell down,
all I would do is crying.
No. I won't let that happen to me.
Specially, in the area that no one give a dime if you just die in front of her feet.

Would you please,
if you are the one who read about this crazy shit,
Would you please,
hold someone up, when someone fell?
Would you please,
Kindly ask, are you ok?
Would you please,
make us a better world?

From Chip bag to Notebook

Really, if I can make it, so can you. It's not rocket science. Just some chip bags, few pieces of note paper, and a cardstock, then you can make your own chip bag notebook too. I can't include the instruction here, because I follow the instruction from this book: Rebound.

I have to say, it's not difficult. It's just time consuming. Since I am totally suck at sewing, and I am too lazy to pull out the dusty sewing machine, I spent seven hours working on this tiny little notebook. If I pull out that sewing machine and ask my mom to sew it for me, it would have took me only three hours. I guess. But hey, if my mom is doing all the sewing for me, where's the FUN, right?




Working with repurposing materials is one of my interest. Turning waste to something people would say, "Wow, Chip bags? You gotta be kidding me." make me feel great.

Hand sewing every part of the notebook. Almost drive me crazy. Next time, the sewing machine can't hide anymore! And No, I won't ask my mom for help. (May be after mother's day.. things go differently.. )




Just make something! And make yourself say WOW!