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August 10, 2014

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sunday. central turns into little manila. I walk through the crowds; pushing my way through. everyone annoys me – with their slow walking, with their screaming kids, with their incapability of walking in a straight or predictable way. this summer seems to be hotter than any of the others. lately, I feel overwhelmed despite never being the particular type to feel in such a way. I used to be able to keep my head above water, remain cool. I have been losing that ability.

I started working on a different project last month. something I hope will last. something that feels like the right thing. dream job. I’m pushing myself out of my boundaries and comfort zone. it’s difficult sometimes, having to carry enough for both.

life hasn’t been particularly easy. but it has been worth. if only for the weekends we spend together.

sara tomovic. originally from the balkans, currently living in south east asia. discovering and documenting the differences of the west and east in hong kong; hoping to become a full-time writer one day.

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sometimes silence

February 2, 2013

this week has worn me out. five hours of sleep a night and eighteen hour days are not as ideal as they used to be. three years ago I drank five to seven coffees a day and somehow not sleeping was not an issue. things have changed. instead of going out on friday, I stayed home. television, eating cereal out of the box, dimmed lights, missed calls and ignored messages. it felt good for once. to be home, I mean. the next morning ten hours of sleep did not seem to be enough. I knew the boy stayed out and was probably just sinking into his bed as I put the water to boil for my morning cup of java. it was a strange thought. I wondered whether things would stay like this forever.

but then I realized there was no forever.

we have our newspapers delivered on weekends only. there is a certain special joy of picking up at your front door. the fresh smell of print. sometimes the inside still warm. I found the pages that interest me, reading quietly. feeling the sun come up behind me. and then silence.

just silence. sometimes it’s okay.

sara tomovic. originally from the balkans, currently living in south east asia. discovering and documenting the differences of the west and east in hong kong; hoping to become a full-time writer one day.

blog: http://enjoythewait.org

careless youth

December 9, 2012

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by the time I woke up, the sun was already low. I lingered in bed a little longer; quiet. warmth creeped in between the drapes and I noticed that the window was dirty. as I drank my first cup of coffee, darkness began to set down. Saturday nights out, filled with gin, cigarettes and loud music, always mean that I miss out on the next day. youth has made me careless. we didn’t care whether anybody saw us, either.

sara tomovic. originally from the balkans, currently living in south east asia. discovering and documenting the differences of the west and east in hong kong; hoping to become a full-time writer one day.

blog: http://enjoythewait.org