Holiday

That’s it, I am suffering from the Post Holiday Syndrome:

…people suffer when they have spent a wonderful holiday and no longer have a functional daily rhythm.

…since it describes mild mental distress, which is a commonly occurring phenomenon when we are dealing with daily life problems. The more severe form of this is referred as depression since it is an illness of persistent sadness, and is not attributed to normal holiday reaction.

Perhaps, I really have enjoyed my wonderful (post-study) holiday a little bit too long, too much… I no longer have the courage to even look out for what could have been re-established in this new country as my daily rhythm (other than sticking to my comfortable nest & the local Sainsbury). I keep coming up new excuses for myself to postpone any possible actions…such that it is the festival season, the entire country is in celebrating mood, hence no one will be hiring! It is still in recession time! It will be too difficult to find job as a foreigner… etc etc etc.

I really need to put myself together, soon.

i am back

… to the shire. Baking too much, playing too much, cuddling too much, loving too much, self-indulgence too much… rationalisation not enough!

I love my friends

GG – thanks for displaying a living demo / walking wikipedia for elegance, graceful and kindness. You are such a beautiful person, from within extending to how you look outside totally.  And you are the most inspirational role model to me.

(not so thankful for almost making me cry today… Promise me that we’ll talk on skype after me back to the shire…)

Jac – me so grateful to be able to tag someone as bright and shine as you my good friend (the D & I performer wor)!!!  I love you, I really do… and it hits me at time when I heard you say you’re lonely.  Honey, please don’t say that. YOU’LL NEVER BE ALONE as YOU HAVE ME, I may live far and away but I’ll always be your friend.  You are so deserved to be happy. Jac…

(tears were at the border… as soon as you got in cab / me turned my back)

Oh gosh! How come I am turning into da water tap…  is that part of the specs for how one takes on aging???  Miieeewwww….

Silence

It can be alarming.  It brings out that intense sense of restlessness, and loneliness.  

It can be comforting.  It keeps me calm and gives me the space I need to attend on own thoughts and imagination.   

I do not know, whatever I am feeling tonight is it a mist of worry or blissfulness?

No reservation, can i?

After talking over with the parents, and boyfriend, I decided not to take the freelance job, albeit scale of the project (3 countries / markets coverage) does imply good return on time (pay).  Which means I shall return to the shire soon, probably within weeks, to make most times before the Brits’ holiday season for job hunting.

Somehow, I have a little hesitation, a little more reservation prior to taking off this time round.

Living with a what ‘mobile home’ is something I’m very much use to since 16, but this time, it juz feels different.  In the past, I kind of associate where my family members are home, so home is here in HK. Simple as that. 

But, things changed over the past year and a half.  The geographic spread of my family members and THE ONE who conveys feeling of ‘family member’ are now crossing over the Atlantic sea, setting between West and the East.  And I can’t help but asking myself what have I done?  Things would be much more straight-forward should I fall for a proper Oriental person.

At the back of my mind, I am perpetually fretting about what lies ahead… that occupies imagination… and I am going to miss my another home wherever I am in the world, geographically.

bobbie brown

Sometimes, in order to manage the overall shopping experience is to eliminate or delaying certain type of experience… for as long as you could get away without it. 

Me and the Bobbie Brown (cosmetic brand) shopping experience :: I knew it would be great, I knew it would be fun, flattering, enjoyable plus more… and that’s exactly the reason I am trying so hard to avoid myself getting near to that glittery cool black concession counter (despite my eye-concealer almost runs out).

But I loose it at last.  I accompanied a girlfriend to attend the BB free makeup lesson tonight – she has the coupon for the times of the makeup consultant but not the products we ended up buying.  Total spend of over hundreds of pounds… ssssshizer!!!  

Giving away free makeup lesson coupons are such clever strategy to lure for easy sales.  It’s like scheduling a timeslot for one-to-one (even better in our case, one-to-two) customers selling opportunity. With the customers already biased in fav of the products, our sales consultant has a relatively easy task to close deal.

light of lime green

That little piece of lime green paper-sticker, that puts both our lives in miserable mood for months… is finally there on me passport.  The end. 

I was not as ecstatic as I thought would be.  It is partly becos that for a long, long time i have trained myself a sort of immunity from having any emotions over development of the matter.  Suppose, I could only feel a sense of relief right now… like, it’s one thing down from the check-list.  Got it, the post study work visa.

The panda boyfriend is of course, chuffed.

…not sure if he would be for I’m going to remind him for as long as we are going be together, that my life has been on hold, for him, for nearly one year since graduation.

That requires loads brekkie-in-bed to makeup for…

Exhausted, me.

Was it me?

The bf had lunch with few of his friends @ Midhurst Pizza Express this afternoon. He then grabbed home a piece of literature to show me on skype and directed me to the following website…

http://www.pizzaexpress.com/christmas/default.aspx

 

Look at that girl with reindeer ears!!!!!  For a moment I doubted myself – when did I have that photograph taken??  Was it from the Santa-Con last year since I’m sure I have that hairband somewhere in the (bf’s) flat!!  I then showed me mummy the picture and she asked the same question too… I mean, the girl in the picture really does look like me!!!!!  Same hair style, same eye-bags, even same shape of the face (80% +++)…..

After me realising that could not be me, I found the whole thing a little bit amusing.  That, Pizza Express is using an Oriental looking person to star their Xmas promotional material at home, in the UK market.  It says about “who” they are trying to target as customers this Christmas…

The cures

Was a bit low this morning so me said to the bf :: I’m sick of dating the computer!!

Then I ignored him (skype) completely for the next 10, 15 minutes to do my sketches for this evening “artjamming is my bag” session. Me still very excited about the artjamming thing although it’s already my second time doing it. I think its brilliant for my LBP – since I’ll have photos of the actual painting to use (banner, prints, cards), a real carrying bag (more A&P stuff), and above all I know I’ll have fun painting on the canvas…

Once the sketches’ done, I looked up to the computer screen and there I saw my poor bf sitting on the sofa, doesn’t quite know what to say or do.  But he has these guys, the little “blue nose friends” lines up on the coffee table waiting for me attention. 

 

 Adorable.