Sydney Coffee Guide

Folks,
If you ever plan to visit Sydney and love coffees, here is a useful guide for ordering coffees.
And so happen that you feel generous to shout me a coffee, I would take a long black. 😊

Photo is taken from Pinterest.

Please don’t hate me…

My American bros and sis…please don’t hate me… 😶

Dangerous Straya!

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Hi to the followers and occasionally stop-by readers!

When I don’t follow your blog, it may not be a reflection of me didn’t enjoy reading your work or your work is not valuable to me.

Reasons of me not following your blogs include but not limited to:
I am unable to commit myself to read your every post. I am a quality over quantity person.
I am struggling to read long writing pieces due to short attention span.
Your blog does not fall into my reading interest areas.

I am not offended if you do not follow me, or follow me then unfollow me. To me, writer-reader relationship is like any other relationships, not every one is meant to last. I value the time when we share one.

Thank you wholeheartedly for following me or stopping by. Thank you for your encouraging comments or asking for clarification at times.

You are the rain for my poetry garden!

With love and respect,

Cassa Bassa

Q&A

Would you like to tell me about yourself in 3 words?

I love people.

What brought you to Australia?

My allergy to China, I took the first available escape opportunity and it turned out to be a great blessing.

What was your childhood like and what was the fondest memory?

I was well loved and raised by a village, a lonely child though, enjoyed watching the world and people go about their lives.

Laying in bed next to my great grandmother and listening to her sharing stories of her life.

How is your logic vs creativity?

I was only ever good at Chinese literature and English subjects at school. Did I even answer your question?

At what point you decided to write?

I started writing again when I was floating in life and feeling I was ok to die then and there with no regret. For some people it may sound I was content and lived a satisfying life. To me though, that was like I had nothing to look forward to in life. I didn’t even have a bucket list, not for the reason I had done it all. It was for the exact opposite reason which was I had nothing kept me living on.

In a strange way, I came to the end of myself then something reminded me of my writer dream. I started to follow my dream and I became alive again.

Who are your muses?

I love people. My friends, family, colleagues, clients, characters from books or movies are my constant source of inspiration. And my significant others too, be current or history.

What do you consider your greatest achievement and failure so far?

Em… I cannot see either without lying.

What is your plan for your writing future?

I have none. I just write to keep myself alive. I do have a writing mentor which is a dear friend of mine. He has been encouraging me for years to pursuit excellence. He saw me living a self fulfilling prophecy life. I was determined to be invisible and a second best. I had lived that life for a long time and it finally killed me.

My mentor has been giving me different writing tasks to challenge myself, to not allowing myself to be comfortable. He said I have this reaction when confronted by a difficult task, I bang my head on the table. He would tell me that is exactly I need to do and that is the exact thing I am good at but dreading to do. He is my mentor for a good reason. I am not super intelligent but I am smart enough to follow his advice.

Why do you want to post this Q&A?

I have people asked me similar questions. But for most I would like to be heard and understood.

Writing

 

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I always wanted to write, always wanted to be a writer, not a published writer, but a writer who just writes.

My life so far splits half China half Australia, being first half in China, later half in Australia.

I wrote madly for 5 years in Chinese, then wrote nothing for 15 years. I started to write in English 3 months ago and I have been writing…something.

Someone asked me yesterday is writing like therapy for me. I wasn’t prepared for the question really, but I answered ‘ when I write, I am me.’ .

Only when I heard myself saying that, I realised writing is part of me. When I write, I am at ease, I feel at home. I make sense of this world and the people in it through writing.

I wrote and posted different flavoured pieces on this blog to explore my personal writing style. I continue to try writing different topics to navigate. When the direction is unclear, I let my muses and keyboard guide me.

I write when curling up in my comfortable bed, sitting in a noisy cafe, on a quiet park bench, in a squashed train carriage, on the picnic rug by the beach…and right at this moment, I am writing as I am walking in a crowded station at peak hour.

Writing is my everyday life, everything is in it and surrounding it…in this period of my life and perhaps beyond.

‘Home is where the heart is.’