i was attacked by a bolt of loneliness, severe loneliness a few nights back. Now i truly believe and tasted real loneliness. Im just really lucky that i have a wacky mum who has so many funny ideas up her sleeve and always ready to give me a suggestion or two about sucky life. To her, nothing beats having dirty water that is wayyy too polluted to be used for washing your face – thats my mum. loneliness is nothing, there is a solution to everything.
As she reports to me about the 'emergency' in spore, NO RICE MIND YOU, she sounded just like someone from the radio station. And then she filled me in on what our singapore gov did for the people, assuring them that we have rice hidden away so NO WORRIES. blah blah blah, nothing is too boring or sucky for mum. She just has her stubborn ways to deal with things.
oh, did i mention i am officially living alone?
Its the same shabby house with a toilet not only is-too-tiny, but also shared by a huge-ass-bothersome lizard. So no, living conditions are not better.
I have conversations with myself (intra communication) since even back then when i had a flatmate it was also like speaking to a wall, not much of a difference there i reckon.
im now back to square one whereby i can imagine im the only one here in HK, the only one that was chosen, the only one trying to work in somewhere different. Since our lives has taken such a unique twist, well, i guess its only right that i say this.
physical state aside, i need to talk about communication.
No matter what you study, be it engineering or masscomm or even anime drawing, communication is important.
In the case whereby someone talks to you, it is just polite to answer. AND WITH A PROPER WORD, not a sound or a grunt.
because firstly, im sure the person who is talking to you is not an animal and secondly, neither are you an animal. If you choose to continue to communicate with me using grunts and noises, i shall officially label you as an animal of my choice. In which i have already decided.
I would urge you to speak up if you have any issues.
These days on the streets, i keep seeing people whom im related to in spore. their Hongkong clones. Just now i saw a Hk version of my fsv cousin benedict, and dion(weirdly), few days back it was pris (from sec sch) and a couple more that i forgot.
Life is pretty unpredictable and 'invisible flatmate' aside, my body has been up to no good.
back in those day where i was abit more reckless in terms of diet and lifestyle, i took gastric pills on an average of once per month. Now, just one and half month into HK, i'm on two already. Maybe i over-eat, maybe my digestive system is just screwed but either ways, im not in good shape both inside and out.
I took panadol once in the office because i could no longer take it. The headache was killing me and i had just one more page to write.
My body seems to be weakening under conditions i have not yet determine.
i wonder if blogging about happy things will help me deal with shithole-situation.
the best thing that is gonna happen to me is that i'll prob be reviewing an open-top penthouse restaurant called SEVVA (pronounced 'savour') and each dish is apprx HKD200. ouch!
I've signed up for NARS beauty workshop, some makeover thing that cost me HKD300 and i hopefully pray its worth it! I dont wanna let some so-called make-up artist ruin my face now that the canvas is larger (ya my face grew in size too) and my pimples are not exactly disappearing.
I finished a book review on 'eat pray love' and i've read it like 10 times.But it still feels weird so i dont know how to go about correcting it, still trying. just imagine, 'What would a discerning male reader say about it?'
and to a certain person i would call soulmate, why did you log up your blog?
