Figuring Out Life*

PROLOGUE

Saturday, 14 September 2024

Dear me/future self(s),

My name is Jond. Bames Jond.

I am kidding.

My name is Shreya and I am writing this, as well as that lousy attempt at humour, so when they/you need any help from me I can remember what happened when they decided to help me.

What am I on about, you may ask? 

Well, firstly I am writing what happened to me, so I can remember it better because my brain is building stronger synapses to it.

Secondly, since I don't know who they are, I can't exactly leave this book for them to find and read; they could be living in a different city or galaxy. So, whenever they ask what happened, I have to be able to recall it from memory.

Sixthly and lastly, I include bad jokes or references to something so it's interesting for me. Also, so you can judge for yourself if you can stomach my writing in all its ridiculous glory.

I hope you remember all this Shreya. And I hope you all like it too.

P.S. Wait... I can just leave this book on the internet, can't I?

Dang forgot about that.

Future self(s) I address you in italics.

Sincerely,

Shreya

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P.P.S You may find the following scene on later chapters (if you know a cliched trope of late 2010s K-Dramas, you know what chapter it's in). 

    He closed his eyes and pressed his lips on mine. My breath hitched. His touch was incredibly soft and warm. Then, why did it feel like electricity was blasted along my lips? I squeezed our intertwined hands and shut my eyes. It was overwhelming, yet I wanted to return his kiss. 

    "DON'T!" several voices screamed in my head.    

    I jerked my head back, trying to shake off their comment.    

    Oh, no.  I glanced at him to find him blinking in surprise and confusion.     

    Intrusive past lives! Making me jump and ruining the moment.

P.P.P.S There will be other scenes that are similar in nature, so proceed with caution. Okay, that's all of my major warnings out of the way. Now, on with the story.

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My story began during my time as a college student. I was studying commercial cookery and hospitality management in Melbourne, Australia. It was one of three fields I wanted to work in before I left the mortal realm. The other two were History and English. I took hospitality/cookery because I liked making various dishes for my family and compared to the other two fields, this one seemed to have a more varied application and most importantly Money; 1) It costs less to study this and 2) Open a business using what you've learned, and BAM, make some money.

So, you can imagine my first day at college, this big-eyed hopeful person, all excited to finally be on the path of adulthood and financial freedom.

Now almost halfway through my third semester that hope is just continuously being battered and that freedom is still out of my sight. I thought having big eyes would help. I guess not.