I am a 'weak bean'!

Latest amigurumi creation (keychain sized)



Random photos of the month:

Octopi are cute...

Sculptures made out of car wheels


Excellent indian soup. I think I talked about this before in one of my posts (don't remember). Anyway, as I was enjoying my Indian meal, I saw a bunch of Indian MVs, and they all feature a man flirting with some pretty girl singing in high-pitched, frolicking about in highly unrealistic romantic settings. Anyway, it all seemed so romantic and lovely that I wanted to be in an Indian MV too until I realized that the men always had bad hairstyles.






I am exhausted like never before in my life. So I took a random sick leave this week so I can sleep until noon and recharge, and actually be able to do some work on Friday as opposed to using all my energy to pretend I'm awake.

This worries me a bit. I'm such a "weak bean" (a chinese saying) compared to everyone else in HK it seems, who work their infamous hours, go on business trips, then take part time jobs over the weekend for yet more money (which apparently is still not enough to afford a house because prices are *that* exorbitant.)

If it's survival of the fittest (which it is), I lose. Somehow, I'm surviving... in fact, to many, it seems like I'm thriving.

Sometimes I feel that I am going to fall through the golden cloud that I am floating on someday. Someday, I may lose something, or get thrown violently headfirst into some cold reality. And so accustomed to my way of life that I would not be able to adapt...

I can't talk about this to my HK friends (nor would they come to this blog)... because chances are, they probably have it worse than me.

But in fact, I feel bad for even worrying... I really should be punished for not being more grateful >__< I've been blessed with so much, while so many people are going through things far more difficult than myself.

Yet... I really want to rant about my worries sometimes!



Lots of activities, but otherwise nothing new to report (actually I think I'm so forgetful that I don't remember life past last week, hahah...). Some very happy events have been dotting the otherwise plain landscape of work-life, but details are already mixed into the spaghetti of my memories like spaghetti sauce.

I still miss school ><

September represents a fresh start t0 the sea of students that form enormous lines at the caf and blockades in the hallway at my workplace (ie a university). I still remember the familiar autumn air in waterloo, which still has a hint of manure in it, but is otherwise crisp and leafy. My textbooks were all shining in their wrappers, immaculate and expensive.

I dream of Canada. I am in my oversized room, when a biologically enhanced male without his shirt on approaches. He is sent to prevent my 'escape' from the confines of my own room.

Meanwhile, my boyfriend is showering in the other room, singing to himself, oblivious and happy as a seal eating fish.

This is not the beginning of a cheap porn flick. The mysterious stranger has been sent to prevent the escape from the confines of my room. I size him up.

The dream ends, and I wake up bewildered.

Interpretations anyone?