my corner of the sky, indeed.

Was blog surfing for awhile. Then tried to look at my blog from anyone-except-myself's perspective. "My Corner of The Sky" is my blog heading. And so I realised that it's been my blog name since the beginning of blogging, even for the other (neglected) one at Open Diary. Where'd I get it?

Back in sec sch days, I was following - reading - a particular teenage fiction. Source of books: friendly Toa Payoh Community Library. "California Diaries". In the event of making sure that was the correct title, I was informed by Wikipedia that it is actually a spin-off from The Baby Sitters' Club. I never knew that! And of course I didn't; I NEVER read TBSC despite it being a popular series among teenage girls, at that time. Well, so yep, California Diaries. "My corner of the sky" was a line in one of the girl's poem.

In fact, California Diaries was what inspired me to actually start writing journals for real. I was quite intrigued by how they wrote, especially stating not only the date of entry, but time and place as well! That was how I started writing. It felt exciting and new, after all, it was no longer a daily diary, where we wrote at most one entry per day. This was journal which recorded anything, anytime! It felt like that was what journal writing was really about; writing down your thoughts and feelings anytime, anywhere. Nowadays, I leave out the venue though, sometimes it's too troublesome to be that specific.

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Recently, I've taken to 'piano therapy'. Considering that I can only play it during the weekends, there is this underlying motivation to get through the week quick and go home. I've been blessed with a coursemate who also enjoys music, especially japanese anime types! Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, Howl's Moving Castle etc. Somehow, their music are composed in such a way, that there's this ethereal, castle-in-the-clouds kind of atmosphere created. That's therapy, to me. Plus, at the end, I always feel satisfied having exercised my fingers.

Yesterday I fell into a serious mood swing. No wait, not swing, because it didn't swing back to the good side. I finally reached home after 1.5hrs of travelling, threw off my bags (gently, for the laptop), whipped out the new piano scores, and began the therapy. I didn't necessarily feel better, but it was way better than dwelling in melancholy.