《Mature》


 Begins

    Clear white wall with two layers hanged bookshelf on the side with the brown long desk next to blue door in the room. There is a separate small area for a sink with a wardrobe beside and a giant space that is sufficient to contain two big suitcases above. There are two giant awning windows next to the working area and the single bed opposite the long desk.


    Ares are divided into three sections underneath the brown topping of the desk. They were one storage cabinet on the left hand side with large foot area in the middle and a sliver metal stands holding the desk in another side.


    Brown coloured metal bed frame holding a mattress. Although duvet is covering nearly the entire mattress, dressed up with beautiful cover pillows are unable to cover the entire area of mattress. This revealing the pretty bedding underneath the pillows and duvet which gives a sense of beauty in this boring single room of student accommodation.


    Girl with black long hair with her white long-sleeve jumper and blue trouser, sitting silently, in front of a Ipad with its purple outer shield protecting crashes on the ground. Her groaning with ¡®AHHHHHHHH¡¯ breaks into this quiet peaceful area. Following her eye¡¯s direction, a notice on social media appears. Description above the uploaded photos conveys a message of recruitment and this is when everything begins.


    Pressure from conversation between me and my mother causing me to contract with the shop immediately. Reason for choosing this shop is nearer my current accommodation and flexibly. My heart is full of fears from the low balance of the bank account and the information from my mom about not support my life cost after my master course finished. Although my wishes on studying illustration and animation have been fulfilled, low employment rate showing the harsh perspective of unable to get a proper paid job after graduated.


    It might my fasciation on difficult to get a job for supporting my life but several rejections from email have pushed me down to hell completely. Improving my portfolio is priority for getting employ but after finding income for living. These factors are forming an invisible obstacles around me while a reply from the message box saying ¡® Can you come to interview tomorrow?¡¯ breaks into a series of obstacles with a beam of light for survive.


    My fingers seem to know their job and helped me accept the offer quickly. Whole conversations are ended with an ¡®OK¡¯ and my body started to chili down from the tension. Scrolling up the conversation to check the wages and terms that we have discussed. Although it started with low wage, there is chance for my wage moves up if worked hard. Better than nothing. My brain started to generate problem for area of focus to ensure there is no accidents happen.


    Questioning myself capable for this job or not. This is a shop assistant job. My working experience is related to customer service and receptionist. However, the benefit of being bilingual is the reason for me getting this job interview. There is strong confident of power begins to appear around me, from the fact that they would employ me immediately after interview.


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    Wishing for capable to in this job until a proper full-time job comes in and save me in future as well as wage can gone up. Joyfulness from receiving an interview digesting the greyness of nervousness and disappointment from previous job rejections. Changing screen to watching Youtube videos and continuing my break until my stomach started to mourn.


    Although curtains in front of awning windows are covering the brightness of sun, sunshine managed to squeeze in aside to bring tiny light into room. Therefore, every furniture even the sleeping woman on the bed can be seem clearly. Phone started to shake with its music and woman are moving her body, attempting to hide in the duvet from the noise until she switched it off. She reveals herself by opening the duvet side and moving her legs out to the white plastic slipper directly. As her feet appearing publicly, her body rises up as well and approaching to light switches directly.


    Yawning from her mouth shows she is not awake up completely. Washing face with cold water help me wake up instantly and brain started to generate information on today¡¯s schedules. Attending in job interview today and it happens in the shop inside. Thinking of time need to get there since being on time is important for showing respect. Zero though after interview bring me back to focus on getting changes. My body is as halfly nervous as half boiled egg in hot water. Nervous did not started to heat me up yet as hot temperature in water did not fill up my body.


    Before stepping to wardrobe for clothes, though of emptying urine inside my body asking me to walks to the toilet. Holding the door handle and pulling it harshly as it is heavily. Step out my room and lucky toilet and shower is in the corridor where my room located as well. Push down the handle and door acts as a strong solid wall as it remains still position. It is locked. So, pushing the handle down of shower¡¯s door which allowed me pushes in and using the toilet inside. Although there is full hot steam and wet floor as well as moistures sticking on the mirror at the back of the toilet, there is a toilet saves me from running into another corridors for toilet.


    Pushing door for giving me enter my room again and cleaning my hand with soap in the sink since there is no sink for washing in shower. They have kind of expecting people using toilet while shower which makes me using shower as toilet as often. Drying my hands with my trousers and removing my pyramid for quicky clothes changes. Top has been changed successfully and the toothpaste and toothbrush come into my eyesight. Reminding myself my daily routine with a reminder of only brushing my teeth before bedtime while removing my bottom trousers for another change.


    Finally, putting my shoes on is final act for clothes changing before leaving the room in dark. White plate on side of the long desk catches my attention and bring it out since it is my electronic room key. A quick eye scan around the room as well as checking phone and key is pocket before turning the light off. Pulling door as usual and pulling it back to close before placing the white plate until a green light flash out for locking the door.

 Crossing the Threshold: Where Past Meets Present

    Everything is done and pushing the door out for exit the corridor. This accommodation forms with six floors and four rooms made up a square of living place with kitchen, shower and toilet in the center with two rooms in each sides. Leaving my side through door when see a stair behind my room, located on the right-hand side for fire exit and to the first floor as well. But this is time-consuming and going to lift through corridors saves my energy for step down.


    Remember arriving here at the beginning of year gives me a sense of living in modern days. My previous student accommodation in Bangor did not have lift for travelling up and downstair. My first day was a disaster, although previous working experience need lifting a heavily boxes of drinks, there is no need to climbing stair. My room was on third floor and required me pulling up my suitcase with full of foods from hometown while climbing up stair.


    Later in semester, my friend invites me to her accommodation, and it was the moment for me discovering prices would affect the quality of student accommodation. Her accommodation has a lift once you enter the building.


    This horrible memory rises up every time for remind me being grateful for the exitance of the lift. Red light appearing around the metal button which an arrow sculpting out is preventing me annoying it again by continuous pressing. Although my eye is remaining on the metal door patiently, my body is exposing with anger of questioning life arrival. Angry is slowly eating my sense of calm which keeps me still. Angry is flowing around my body entire as boiling water as heating my temperature internally. Eruption is about to come with unsteadily feet.


    Fortunately, metal rope is moving up and allowing life dropping down which calming me down by hearing it through the wall. Door opens and empty lift makes me comfortable for standing in the middle after pressing buttons. Inside this up and down cage, gravity dragging it down while the force around the lift creating a speechless fear from nervousness. Questioning a series of questions that they will ask during interview as well as imagining the interview situation in brain.


    Door spits up to each side allowed me exit freely before zipped back in again for another round of human transportation. Heading out to the huge glassed automatic door and pushing the outer door for final step of exiting the building. Fresh air greeting me with his friends Wind picking the leaves down from the tree as well as coolness to my face. Friendship between them awakes me from warmness of the building. Face is complaining solely that suffering the frozen torture from the wind. Instant response of wearing mask would protect my face from it, but, it would makes me stand out in the crowd as well. Compare to the mental torture from various eye¡¯s staring at me, sticking with my non facial protection plan would be effectively.


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    There is a pavement of irregular and various surface cobblestones for vehicle. Although there is road for car in front of student accommodation allowed student moving things easily, the usage of the road is putting into awkward place. Therefore, don¡¯t really bother to check whether there are incoming cars, but my intelligence comes in and stop me with safety advice on my insurance can cover my cost of funeral but not any long-term illnesses.


    Most of the low-speed cars appears around university definitely know there are people running around from the learning of driving theory. Low speed car unable to send you see the god of death but the god of losing limb with sufficient pains. Although there is no exitance of cars temporary, grumbly engines sounds from speedy cars passing to my ears warning me watch out for cars. These self-taught conversations end with a quick eye check each side before running to the opposite of road.


    Shattered and irregular road surface brings up the awareness of avoid holes of rainwater. Jogging to another side of safe organised clear pavement along with some trees standing a line with some leaves and branches remaining above for photosynthesis. Although staying in same area and location, experiencing different road surface making my foot uncomfortable and hard to walk. Happiness and joyfulness jump out from heart deeply for the appreciation staying in this city for master. Different road surfaces are jointing into a historical background of the city along the church and wall from the garden. Questioning obstacles of conservating the road surface properly for safe walking in the city when on my way to the shop.


    Hard surface from bottom of the shoes cannot crash against organised pieces of cobblestones pavement. My feet can feel their collision during every interaction with them until arriving the modern day pavement of concrete bricks. Despite the cobblestones causing discomfort and inconvenience for me to walk, historical beauty and scene will be ruin if it is disappear.


    Road is separated into two style. One is ancient style from¡­ possibly Victorian period, combining with the modern day white flat square bricks style. Huge contrast between road are guiding me. When there is no roughness from cobblestone, my feet is walking as freely as a released bird from a locked cage. Walking as comfortable as on a soft carpet. Noticing colour changing of road surface conveying approaching to the shop closer. Finishing the ancient journey and the modern route is separated by a long bricks for tariff in middle with hills on either side of road. Although my feet is feeling enjoyable when the modern style begins, there is still an obstacle of tariff coming for me.

 Crossing and Choices

    Cold air freezing my facial action and wind touching on my face softly. Looking at my right-hand side where believing in the origin of incoming traffic. One grey van is approaching steady and my decision on crossing the road after it gone forcing me staying and waiting.  A sense of danger stepping out from my heart warning me step back the kerb when the grey van coming closer. Checking on any transports running nearer us when the grey van passing by. None car or motorcycle coming pushing me getting to another hills from the other side as soon as van passed.


    When my feet reaching the other side, there is a moment for me to realise the journey to shop is nearly to the end. In front of me is a wooden stick with a series of metal poles sticking on the ground with a layer of red bricks. Giving options to pedestrian to choose, whether they want to carry on their route by stair that takes a short flat pavement to arrive and get on, or they could endure their route by getting on the small hill. My instant though on hill comes from a unscientific explanation on hurting my knee by walking up stairs. Therefore, my feet stepping on this flat hill.


    Hill were quiet without people passing me. Next to my side is a wall of red bricks and a giant door for exit as stepping up on hill. Passing a giant window aside that is reflecting lighting inside a takeaway shop until reaches to the end where all these restaurant and shops are. Small architectural design of waterfall located opposite the residential building in a rounded square of shops and restaurants as well. This demonstrates an artistic area for locals eating out or chill down by sitting to well-design seats in front of waterfall. Shifting around, seeking my final destination, paces toward the shop with a clear direction and target of interview in my mind.


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    Shop are welcoming with its giant window doors open as hugging me inside as entering in smoothly. Although visiting here a few time before for enoki mushroom or soy sauce, a sense of anxiety is wrapping my heart around and my heart is attempting to bouncing quickly for releasing the pressure from the anxiety. Location of the shop is great since it is really closed to my accommodation. Map in my brain are expanding with various ideas or questions such as what shops around to my lease ends on next month. As getting frustrated and impatient as map expanded mentally, ideas are less than questions and no solutions for the questions yet, my instinct rises up in middle to prevent anything generating mentally. Sudden pause in my brain allowed me to examine the environment perfectly.  Eye scanning silently and patient as soon as passing through the window entrances. Although questioning the solidness or hardness of the windows, whether it would break if there are strong wind coming by, characters and languages on the products in shop attract my attention.


    A plastic layered container with sweets or herbal candy is covering the cashier who is sitting down on the small wooden chair on his phone. Characters on the packaging supported my assumption on the herbal candy in the invisible plastic organiser. It seems to me that everything stays the same since last quick visit on the enoki mushroom.  Stepping to the giant corner and the cashier notices me before standing up serving me. It was not the cashier who have told me the opening hours of the shop. Cashier is a touch and taller man when he straighten his body in front of me. Body and sex difference winds up my body back to stand rather than stepping forward. Fear is the word that describe my emotion now. My frustration on whether taking direct approach to the man is as twisted flames of red and black fires as in my heart. Courage from no-where suddenly flashing behind the twisted flames. It takes over my mind and pushing me forward by telling myself stop wasting time.

 Waiting in the Dust

    Beginning this shy conversation with a combination of explanation and question on ¡®My name is Wendy and coming in for a job interview today.¡¯ There is a pause between our eye contact and he replies me with an action on grab his phone out of the pocket and calling someone. Nervousness from whether should being here or not are shaking my heart as it is pounding out from my ribs cage. Ears opens up for absorb information as seeing his mouth starts to move. He is explaining to the listener that there is person waiting to be interviewed in the shop. When his phone off his ear without any spoken words and meeting up his eye up with my eye. There is a quick thought of him attempting to transfer an message from the phone call.  But he says ¡®Someone is coming now¡¯ before he focuses on his phone again. He sits back down on the wooden seat.


    His response calm my anxiety from concerning being in the wrong place and time. Despite the fact that checking the time on phone in advance, concern rises up if thing did not go expected. Many creative questions are producing mentally to scare my coward soul. Tiny weak soul is hurting by overwhelming questions because there is no answers to these imaginary questions.


    Air is flowing around with silence. Fridges behind are shouted as grumpy old man mourning while decided to hiding myself away from the counter. Seeking a safe and great spot for hiding and put myself in front of the small corner next to the fridge. This makes me feel comfortable and safe without disturbing cashier¡¯s concentration on his phone. Eye is following my curiosity about the types of product in shelf, eye on the packaging of the products. They are beauty products such as masks, moisture cream from Korea or Japan are up on the shelf. The emptiness of the shelf kind of give me pulse on owner might be selling this shop since some of the products are covering with tiny dust. Also, quantity of products is a warning sign for the stability of this job.


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    Although the given wages is a joke, scenes from emails from job rejections to conversations about getting job for living is my responsibility is flashing in my brain. It is a catalyst for pushing me getting this job as become financial independent. Kind of hitting my consciousness on the ground without any hopes. Life is cruel. My mom has trained me to face reality by asking me and my sister to work during summer holidays. Teaching me how taxation works by asking half of wages in summer holidays.


    Hiding myself in the corner next to fridge while reviewing myself internally. Poor shelf with insufficient beauty product avoid customers steps in for shopping. Linking back the idea from lack of money to the massage of someone is coming to interviewing you soon from the male cashier acts as horror order a ghost chasing up me. My heart is pounding as quick as attempting to break out from my chest. My brain started to produce various questions from why the interviewer are not in the shop to does the interviewer going to fail me until there footstep sounds bring me back to reality.


    It is a man. He is approaching to the middle line in a group of shelfs in the shop and shelf covers his appearance. My quick though of this is customer is approved by his action of walking straight to the shelf. Scanning around for disrupting my automatic question generator working. Shelf is full of spaces with some spaces left for the goods. Different shelves have different situations. The loneliness of goods is demonstrating by the emptiness of the shelf. Previous though on this shop is going to be abandoned by its boss rises up again in my brain.


    Cashier comes in my sight breaks into my thinking while looking around. He is sitting down quietly with his phone on. Head down as calm as rooting his concentration on his world with phone. Man walks out with his empty hand does not manage to bother him.  Silence in air is the nutrient for question generator operating and cannot stop even giving its notice of stop thinking. Questions without answer are accumulated mentally, tension builds up gradually in my body.

 Interrupted Introductions

    Nose expands for fresh air drives inside my body, refreshing my lung, hoping to calm myself down. But the function of question generator is continue working after this disruption.  Here comes a short woman with brown hair and rushes into the cashier. The cashier seems to feel the presence of the woman and he stands up quickly to response. Woman starts with a question of where¡¯s the person wakes me up from the question generator and the cashier point at me with his finger. He leaves the shop with woman and me inside. Nervousness remaining my body starting to vibrate and the tension builds up as the woman getting closer to me. My instant guess on she is the interviewer is approved by her explanation of she is the boss of the shop, and her name is Gigi.


    ¡®What working experience do you worked?¡¯ Her question signaling me to track my working history.


    ¡®I was working in the oriental shop in town half year ago¡­.¡¯  A man breaks in with a paper and ask, ¡®Is this Good lucky?¡¯ interrupted my introduction. Gigi rolls her back and answering man¡¯s question with ¡®yes¡¯ and ¡®We are Top Quality and we have delivery for you guys today.¡¯ He answers with a paper on his hand. Thinking me as obstacle mentally and following Gigi¡¯s footstep with curiosity on seeing delivery.


    Man is wearing a highlighted top and pulling pallet of boxes with plastic foil as protector up with electric pallet truck. Boxes are gathered as top as mountain. We both staring at man putting the pallet next to the entrance of the shop correctly. Some boxes refuses to change locations and starts shaking itself when man dragging the pallet up. Luckily the plastic wrapper around preventing boxes jumping down from top. Gigi then thanks the man and unwraps the plastic wrapper with her hand by walking around the pallet of boxes.


    She throws these wrappers into the bin and grabbing the box by hand. My body acts without any intention to grab the boxes into the shop with her. Following her path and placing the boxes around shop without creating obstacle for customer¡¯s shopping experience. Learning the structure of the shop internally when keeping my pace up with Gigi.  Every rounds of transporting are expanding my map mentally. Although it is a simple actions and same entrances, different directions and destination in shop helping me to shape out the layout of the shop entirely.


    There are approximately six freezers surrounded by three shelves in middle of dividing crowd into separated lane. Above freezers are hanged shelves that have screws secured with few products displaying. Although spacious spaces of shelves fulfill with inadequate amount of products, all the products are located in a correct cateogise. Both sides of shelves are contains different extreme contrast categories such as one side would be instant noodles while another side would be seasoning products such as hot pot soup base.


    When moving the boxes inside, the name on boxes is showing this pallet of good is frozen goods. This explains why Gigi moving the boxes inside instantly without the help of cashier. She wants to started the  restocking of good as soon as possible. Speed up the restocking by placing boxes on the ground according to the goods inside freezer.


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    ¡®It¡¯s fine. We can do the rest. ¡®Gigi breaks into the silence of busy transportation and speaks.


    My heart is demanding for job description while looking at the rest layer of goods on the pallet. Therefore, a question of ¡®what this job does?¡¯ to connect the unfinished conversation between me and her earlier on.


    This question brings her focus back from the transportation of boxes and standing next to the tilt. ¡®Cashier and doing with delivery as well restocking the shelf.¡¯ She answered. My finger rises up and point at the tile with a question on ¡®receiving cash and card payment?¡¯ My heart begins its quick sequence of pounding since there is a new area for me. She seems to understand my nervousness and re-calming me with quick positive answer of ¡®yes. I will teach you.¡¯


    ¡®When can I started this job? Can I start as soon as possible? Am I qualify to this job?¡¯  Throwing a series of questions when she is focusing on the conversation between me and her now. There is no sign on she is offering me a job in the previous conversation. There is detailed explanation about wages and holiday in the messenger yesterday which means everything is clear except whether she is accepting me as her employee.


    Although these questions seem to be in inappropriate in a formal interview, evidence such as simple questions about my working experience and her self-introduction is proofing this is informal verbal interview to know my background. No pressure on asking about when does this job starts since this seems to a casual talk rather than an informal interview.


    ¡®It seems you will be a good worker, and you can start on next Monday. As I have mentioned in the massager, there is forty hours of paid internship. Once you passed this forty hour, wages will go up.¡¯ She explains.


    ¡®Can I worked as much as finishing these forty hours straightaway?¡¯ My desire of money is forcing me to work as much as I could to get the normal paid.


    ¡®How about that? I will see how the shift works and answer you back in the messenger.¡¯ She replies.


    ¡®Okay. I will see you next Monday. Are you sure you don¡¯t need help on these boxes outside?¡¯ My empathy on people started to rise up and attempting to provide as much as help to people.


    Gigi rejected with her head shakes in air. My heart is full of confidence and leaving her my back to her. Stepping out the shop and tension that is remaining in body is slowly disappear into the fresh air. Wind are coming to take away on final pressure about job interview and rejection from job with the air. Looking away and thinking of my next destination for today¡¯s schedules. The male cashier comes into eye sight from another corner in this area of restaurants. My heart is calming from there is someone helping Gigi out while glancing the pallet of goods beside me.


    Intention of avoid getting in their way are pushing my body to move away from only entrance in this shop. Numerous locations are rising in my mind map mentally. McDonald, Sainsbury¡¯s, Uni or War Memorial Park. As soon as the option of ¡®home¡¯ jumped on my mind map, my consciousness has pushed it down mentally by replying just coming up from accommodation, don¡¯t just waste my time on job interview.  Therefore, the option of going back home has been eliminated temporarily.

 Soaked in Thought

    Mind is trapped inside a mage of various places, a drop of liquid dropped on my shoulder. Head up and there is giant grey cloud covering the sky. Tiny little white cloud are surrounding the grey cloud as its companions as following its¡¯ movement. Another raindrop on my head dropped all option down mentally with one single final decision of heading home. As soon as water dropped on my head and shoulder, my hand quickly responded by pulling my hat from the jacket up to cover my head from water. My body turns around and started my way back home. When passes through the entrance of the shop, the emptiness from the front door conveying all good are stored properly, away from the wetness , in the shop.


    Water dropped on my shoulder heavily and my feet are aware of the slipperiness of cobblestones on the road which approaching accommodation slowly. Although rain pouring down, this does shut down the fire in my heart from joy. Joy from the successfully interview and earn my own money for living. My ears are covering with constant of soundwave from rain dropping. Temperature and water are dropping together and moisture in air are cooling my body down. A sense of sourness from the rain is stimulating my nose and making it feel uncomfortable.


    Lucky that water did not managed to fill in the holes of the road and my conscious is pushing me to watch the road while walking back to automatic door of the accommodation. Eventually, my feet managed to finished the non-wet challenge from cobblestone road. My mind is annoyed with the wetness on coat and prioritise shower in my list of actions mentally. Corridor is in between of two sides of various function rooms. Most of the rooms are remaining silence and darkness. Lighting inside one of these rooms when passing by is attract my attention. Glancing through with curiosity inside the tiny rectangular portrait window with a sticky cover of blocks.


    People are playing table tennis in the room. In front of my road are two separated ways of returning to my room. One is a stair which is locating next to one of these function room. Another is a pathway to the lift with passing two giant square windows of reflecting the quietness of wall outside the accommodation. Coldness remaining in my body from the weather outside helps me choose life immediately.


    Sense of loneliness from viewing friendship between others. Determined to step away from the scene for pushing myself inside the maze of multiple questions about friends is needed or not mentally. Feet on the way to the lift after the escape. Although monitor showing the descending of lift, my hand is rising to press button to ensure lift will come down for me.


    Silence around me with nose absorbing fresh air constantly. Although my eye are concentrating on the door of the life, my mind starts to fly away from the status of standing in front of lift to various foods under the dimmed light with several people around the table. It was a nice memory with my friends. We were sharing dishes that we have made individually on the party and playing mahjong together to end our party.


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    There is a thin light coming down and through narrow slim gap that connect two metal door. Lift has arrived. Opened with emptiness. Feet on the ground, passing through the small gap between lift and doorway, pressing the button by switching my body to front. Blankness in my mind allowing my mind settle down temporary from madness of constantly returning story in the past. Body works automatically as brining me back to my room.


    Pushing door handle and entering door smoothly, leaving the door shut down with a huge bang sound behind before putting myself on the chair. Brain is organising information from the successful interview. Excitement of receiving paid and being financial stable fulfilling my heart warmly. Frustration and anxiety from job rejections are vanished, replaced by the joyfulness for unnecessary financial conversations with my mother, throwing the unneeded low-esteem though as a financial burden for my parent.


    Silence in air replaced by a shower of rain water. Dropping on window of my room constantly to show its existence. Happiness sweeps away the disappointment from non-celebration of successfully interview due to weather. Blackness of the Ipad are reflecting my face with the support of room light. Trying to figure out my next sequence of action. Similar to dancing when you jumping one pose to next pose subsequently. My mind is structuring a list of movements.


    Although my brain did not frozen down from the coldness outside, it slower the my thinking process. Invisibly coldness are emitting from my body and the warmness in room rising the self-awareness of cold body. Eye on the blind that hiding the inside to outsider, whether my privacy has been protected before hand reaching at the bottom of my clothes.


    Everything is done and ready for shower. Checking whether the shower room has been occupied. Desire to have own privacy from no sharing in bathroom is rooted from the moment of staying in shared student accommodation. Powder of the desire gradually grow from every time checking on the usages of the shower as well as cannot leave any single items in the shower room.


    Mind is twisting within the middle of reality of financial support from my parents and having my own personal space. Sibling are required to stay in the same room since they were born. Suffering with lack of personal space. But the hope from the successfully job interview allowed to swift my though from staying in shared accommodation to having my own studio.


    Steady drying each part of my hair and making sure every single string of them are taking a hot spa from my dryer. Fingers are busying with browsing on Ipad for absorb any new interesting information from Facebook or Instagram. Room is remaining noisily from the functioning dryer and a back of my body sitting still on the plastic chair.