法国北方的街头，秋风拂过，寒意渗入袖子。我的双手缩在口袋里，却依旧冰凉。可是今天是晴天，于是我面朝太阳，眯起双眸。

这大概是我第一次把落叶踩出“呲啦”声响，因为我们来自一个四季如夏的地方，那儿没有秋天，也没有这里的一地红色枫叶。

If you stumble upon this, then the likelihood of you being a stray cat is very much likely. Well, you’re in luck, duck (or perhaps cat)! No more pootling your paws down the niffing alley. No more devouring the jettisons of hoomans. This is your most trusted and reliable guide to survive in the concrete jungle of wires and cables, written by yours truly, Captain Copurrnicus Meowington.

Ever wonder what makes one want a walk-in closet or always trying to save the world? Why do we want to be some sort of rockstar singing in front of thousands or some hotshot player playing for clubs? Well I do. And from what I have been pondering and reading about, it is all in the things we watch.

Having spent more than 5 years in boarding school, I was trained to use all these new words that had been invented to name-call and make fun of anyone who lacked “manly” traits. How exactly did we get there? What went wrong in society to make it acceptable to place blame on those who didn’t precisely fit into a preconceived model?

While I enchant my clothes with Givenchy, let’s talk about social construct and patriarchy.