This is truly the stuff nightmares are made of.
If you have enough to eat and something with which to clothe your nakedness, why would you go out of your way to do this to another living thing?
Warning: Horrifying - nothing more and nothing less. I couldn’t watch it the whole way through. Still can’t. The last half is probably the most traumatising - just when you think it can’t get any worse, it does.
National pride my ass.
…………..and she’s back!
With:
- a brand-new Canon Powershot A630 (oooooh yeah, can’t wait to start playing with the new baby)
- about a hundred bucks worth of Chinese New Year snacks tucked into her luggage
- a general air of peevishness that comes from being cooped up in a cabin with dozens of equally peevish people for eight hours on end
ps: Just as well I had dinner prepared, the house spiffed up and her bed aired, because she’d brought with her my one (and only) angpow from my godmom this year.
I suppose she could have chosen to….withold it, with me being none the wiser =P
I woke up this morning tasting blood - I’d bitten my lower lip so hard, that, still dreaming, I broke skin.
No repose, no, not even in sleep.
为 什 么 每 年 总 是 一 个人在 家？
难 到 这 次 的 团 圆 饭 又 要 眼 泪作 调 味？
To idly wander through the souks of Marrekech.
To see the cherry blossoms drift away on the currents of Kamo River.
To lightly tread in the marble halls of the Alhambra.
To dream foolish dreams as one punts down the River Cam (if not then, then when?)
To stand before the arches of La Sagrada Familia.
To see the Jungfrau emerging glittering from the mist.
To eat an Italian-style picnic on the shores of Lake Como.
To lose myself in New York (if I were lucky enough to be lost in the Big Apple, I never, ever want to be found).
To stand in the sculpture gallery of Chatsworth House.
Oh away, imperious fancies and flights of thoughts!
All ye gods and little fishes….
There is nothing to eat in Brisbane.
Not. A. Thing.
So there are now two courses of action open to me.
I can either incessantly and obsessively (and obscenely) crave all the goodies I know I am not going to be able to lay my hands on: charkuayteowprawnnoodleschickenchopcheecheongfunlengcheekangfattycrab
OR
I can just curl up into a little ball and die from starvation. In the vain hope that not eating will somehow trigger all my adipose tissue deposits to metabolise themselves into nothing-ness. And that even if I die, I will die as a slight, dried-up wisp of a stick insect, not the rotund lard ball I am now.
But who am I kidding here?
*runs off and wolfs down an instant mee goreng*
But I wasn’t kidding about Brisbane being the pits when it comes to food =(
过 年 过 节，人 却 不 在 家。
其 实 你 知 道 吗？
我 也 不 想 长 大，我 也 想 回 家。
ps: Thanks goes to categg for the photo =)
