I'm finally blogging on my laptop again.
It has been quite some time since I've used the laptop for purposes as such because in the past 3 months all I did with my laptop was to switch it on, go to megashare.info and search for the past episodes of TBBT and watch. It was supposed to be more of 2BG but for reasons unknown the latest episode (S3E17) took 2 weeks to get uploaded so in that 2 weeks I started watching TBBT as a substitute. I tried watching Modern Family and HIMYM too but the plot and cast didn't interest me as much. So yeap, TBBT it shall be.
I'm having some time to blog because I'm currently seated down in the airport waiting to check in (which is at 6+pm but it's only 3:40pm now). Had to come in early because oh well reasons. At least I have got time to really gather my thoughts and type a wordy post. That is if I can come up with that many words.
I realised maybe blogging isn't really my thing. I do reflect but I do that most of the time on my bed at night (like 2/3+ am) and when I have some really good ideas/stuff to say which I really want to post, I tend not to because my phone is always charging (not really far from my bed but I'm lazy so ) and I believe I can come up with the same thing again when I have the time to post but really, I can't. Thus most of the time my posts contain incoherent ideas that doesn't speak much sense and volume.
I really can't believe my trip of 3 months in Hong Kong is coming to an end. 3 months is not a short period of time and honestly I can't recall vividly what happened in the first month. I did travel to Taiwan in the second so that should be the highlight. And the third month was... just going daily routines. This is how life would be if I were to live in Hong Kong (skipping the school part because it will be different in all):
On weekdays, I will wake up in the afternoon, have lunch and shop and then wait for my dad to fetch me at around 7pm and we will have dinner at 8pm. Then we will go down to Jusco to walk around until it's 9:15pm so we can make it just in time for the 9:30pm drama which is always better than the 8:30pm drama. And then after the drama I will go bathe at 10:30pm and come out at 11:30pm after which I will switch on the com and watch at least 2 episodes of 2BG/TBBT before I go to bed at 1:30am. I will only fall asleep at 3am because I will think of stuff while listening to the radio (my favourite music show airs at 2am).
On weekends, we all wake up at at least 1pm in the afternoon and then go for lunch. It will be either porridge, glutinous rice cakes or wanton noodles because we love those. Then we would go to the fruit stall a few streets away to get some apples and oranges and then back to Jusco to get berries (my favourite raspberries and blackberries and strawberries) and then return home. Mommy will be watching her horror movies on her tablet while daddy will be busy with his stuff (I don't know man) and I will be watching either 2BG/TBBT. We will then leave for dinner at 7:30pm and finding empty restaurants because those super commercialised ones will always be flooded with weekend crowds. And then we will go back to Jusco after dinner to look at things like furnitures and winter coats and head home to catch whatever is on the television. I will go bathe when I feel like it's about time or when the shows on television do not interest me and then watch 2BG/TBBT after I bathe until I go to bed at 1:30am.
I can't believe I can sum up my Hong Kong life in 2 paragraphs but that's somewhat all I do here. And I found out that diminishing returns do exist because retail therapy doesn't work as much when you're shopping EVERY DAY. I like the things they sell here though (which explains my bursting luggages). I call this life but I don't think it's considered as one by many because they would be bored to death. However, there's not really such a word when you're living in Hong Kong. Every day, there's something new and interesting on the news and radio, like people organising demonstrations, member of parliaments acting (in)appropriately and lots of debate going on regarding latest policies and etc, there's really so much going on every day in Hong Kong. And even though shopping at the same few places for the past 3 months would have been really boring to some, it really is interesting to just walk along the streets here. There's so much to see, to explore and it's always so happening. People rushing to and fro, walking because it's really impossible to stop you've got to follow the crowd and all the sounds of car engines.
Last night I was recalling all that has happened and then I asked myself if I could only choose a place to be my home, where would it be? Most of me chose Hong Kong because I've always wanted so but a part of me whispered Singapore. It irks me a little because I realised I can never really choose a single place to call home. There's so much I have in Singapore that there I don't in Hong Kong. I have an established house over there, with all my beloved belongings and it has always been a place I have lived in for 3/4 of my life together with the memories. And then there's Hong Kong, my place of birth and a place filled with my childhood memories. Not the part of me enrolling into kindergarten because I didn't really attended it here (I was in the first day and then the next day I was migrating) but the part of me playing on the carpeted elevated living room floor with the rubber floor mats and kitchen toys with my domestic helper. And then the time when I was always afraid of this uncle (who's now my favourite and friendliest uncle) and will always finish my food at the dinner table because he would stare at me until I gave in (my dad uses him to threaten me). And the other time I threw a tantrum and didn't eat my dinner and my dad locked me out of the house which I wittily and patiently waited because I knew he couldn't lock me out for long. And the time when I love walking on the sofa backing because I was so small and light and flexible. And the time when I vandalised the walls behind the sofa because I could. All those memories revolved around my house here in Hong Kong and even though my house had a huge renovation a few years ago, those memories stay with me forever. And so last night, I was feeling upset because I feel like I don't really have one exact home. I can't choose between the two and I can never choose. But then I realised, this is indeed something I should be thankful for. That I get to have two places to be called home, that I can still feel loved no matter where I am and that I have memories associated with these two places.
So that's it. I shouldn't be upset about something I should be thankful for.
This is an abrupt ending to this post because
it's time for TBBT
