ludicrously speaking

So its been 3 months. Life regenerates in a new and different environment starting from ground zero. I could never prepare for what was in store but i came with an open heart, willing to embrace the exciting unknown. I took along well wishes and advises from loved ones and navigated my way into new social networks - eventually meeting some really awesome people. With each passing day living in a shared apartment, i learned to be completely independent: doing my own laundries and dishes, cleaning up the mess that is my room, marketing and ultimately discovering the joy of cooking. The daily chores sure took up a lot of alone time (only then did i realised my mum freed me from hours that could have been better spent elsewhere) but i finally knew what it was like to be so self-sufficient. It satisfies me as being a more complete working adult. *proud*

Work has taken a back seat here. How it used to be was that it occupied most of my time including the weekends. There was a constant need to prove myself, to earn my keeps and pay my dues. Now, it becomes an integral part of my life where i pursue my passion. Accredited to the confidence built in my previous vocation, work is executed almost effortlessly. From the people to the projects handed my way, nothing fazes me. As alien a concept as this may sound, i enjoy working.

I just woke up from a long night partying barely crashing for 3 hours but i suddenly feel a need to reflect on the time spent here. Many friends have been concerned as to how i was coping and what my outlooks are. But if you have gotten this far, you’d know. It’s no benchmark to properly assess my future here yet, but i can truly say that i’m happy now. Happy that i can have friends visiting from home, that i can house them. Happy that i’m able to provide for myself in all aspects. Happy about the simplest things like me heading out after i’m done blogging for a nice breakfast at a Cha Chan Tng with a book and sunglass in hand.

Thank you God. You rock.

The Flying Pan - this restaurant in Hong Kong serves breakfast all day. Being in the SOHO area, it attracts mostly expats. I was so impressed by the food and the quality of service that i just have to rave about it. The american-diner interior adds the finishing touch to this nepalese owned establishment - no clue how they came to master making such amazing traditional english breakfast though, the lady i asked merely smiled… as though saying, “I can tell you, but then i have to kill you.”

I’ve been listening to him a lot since i got here. His new album Wonderland <未来> is amazing. I like how he is not as huge as Jay Chou but definitely as talented. Give his album a spin, i’m sure you’ll like it.

Two days before CNY, we decided to visit the Flower market. I was at one 5 years ago when i visited HK briefly with Starfanie - We knew about it from the front desk receptionist. Armed with nothing but good faith, we ventured the stretch near Causeway Bay and returned triumphant with goods to show and a night to remember.

This time round, i had the company of friends, we had sumptous hotpot nearby before braving the cold and crowd. To be honest i was so full i had second thoughts about it, but boy am i glad i stuck to it. Once there, the crowd filtered into the entrance and the maddening holler of stall owners assume.
 
These stalls are not your conventional art and crafts booth you see at River Hongbao. The folks here hammed it up selling the weirdest goods that leaves one bemused and a lil’ troubled.

How’s this for a tissue-paper dispenser? Pulling then out of an anus!? Eew…

Or how about a condom-shaped cushion? I don’t know how a cushion with a nip in the middle can be explained logically but who’s asking?

Alas, this huge blow-up Rocher takes the cake for having no use whatsoever except generate laughters all round.

Trust them to celebrate the festivites in such fashion.

I haven’t been here long enough, just about 3 days in. The weather’s been quite harsh but still bearable for a tropical boy. Other than exploring the island bit by bit, i’ve been hitting the restuarants hard. My very content tummy is well hidden under layers of fabrics and colours - don’t we all love winter fashion? But between feasts and discoveries, i’m caught up on residual work from the freelance project. I hope i can finish it soon so i can really start enjoying my holiday.

With Chinese New Year creeping up, it is very evident throughout. The mindless repetition of cymbal-clagging, “suo na” blowing New Year songs everywhere makes suicide sound like a ride in the park.

I discovered H&M. It is indeed heaven on earth. I finally understood what all the hype was about. They keep saying it was gonna come to Singapore but its been a year since i first heard - since then  i quit my job and britney’s quit her life… i’m still very much alive although Heath Ledger died. Anyways, it was indeed a fantastic place to shop and it helped that they are having a crazy sale. I bought a pair of socks and a brief, a shirt, a sweater and a scarf for a mere S$80.

Friends i met over dinner. ~People… people who needs people~ Gossips. Korean food. Good times.

Guess who we bumped into? Haha… didn’t see it coming. He just showed up in front of Time Square to promote his new film. Strangely there wasn’t much of a crowd so it was really surreal.

He just looked really spaced-out on stage.
 
See? Back to work at the end of the day in my little corner. It’s not all play hor.

More updates and photos to come. Stay tuned.

歌手：周杰伦 专辑：我很忙
作词:方文山作曲:周杰伦

钥匙挂腰带皮夹插后面口袋
黑框的眼镜有几千度来海边穿西装裤
他不在乎我却想哭
有点无助他的样子像刚出土的文物

他烤肉竟然会自带水壶
写信时用浆糊
走起路一不注意就撞树
我不想输就算辛苦
我也要等我也不能让你再走寻常路

我决定插手你的人生
当你的时尚顾问别说你不能

让我们乘着阳光
海上冲浪吸引她目光
不要怕露出胸膛
流一点汗你成了型男
让我们乘着阳光
看着远方别当路人甲
让美女缺氧
靠在你肩膀
我微笑在你旁边撑伞

喔对了对女生用心疼
约会要等讲笑话不能闷
别太冷像我一样就刚好
对爱的人接吻要深
拥抱要真
来电显示给个甜蜜的昵称

穿着要个性
这只是刚刚入门
接下来你还要会弹琴会写歌会双截棍
头脑清楚不能迷糊
我要将你彻底改造基因重组大变身

…is merely a reaction to an occurrence, despite popular beliefs that it’s raw emotion born of hatred and loathe. It’s a process that allows you to pinpoint the problem first and alert those involve that things have gotten way out of hand. And that’s all there is to it. There isn’t a point to start an argument, or lash out at people. It would only escalate unhappiness and make one look bad (not that it bothers a lot of people). Plus, you’ll never get an answer to solve anything in that state any ways.

The only way to effectively deal with it, is to process anger. After the initial signals that got you fired up, it’ll come to a realisation as it figures out the ebb and flow. It’s only then when it concludes with real emotions like disappointment, sadness and oddly…happiness sometimes.

People have been asking me for the longest time now, “Are you angry with them now that you’ve left?”

“No, i’m just disappointed.”