happiness is feeling at home

it’s confirmed.the main reason for my depression over the past few days was due to the cramped, smelly and dark motel room with a serious lack of fresh air.

before i moved in yesterday, i threw up whatever i ate for breakfast again. despite the anti-nausea pills i took.

once i moved in, i was perfectly fine and happy again. and i got hungry. but me the kiasu singaporean decided to play safe and get another round of those anti-nausea pills just in case my theory was wrong.

so i went to the chemist and asked for those pills. apparently i needed a doctor’s prescription. so i got him to recommend substitutes. and he asked, “is this for motion sickness, or food poisoning?”

*embarrassed look: “uh…for….erm homesickness?”

he laughed at me.

but damn, this is one quick recovery without the help of drugs! now i’m happy again, i think. i am just waaaaaaiting for the ex-occupant to call up the internet company and ask for the lost password. waaaaaiting. i have this feeling she won’t get back to me cos she either forgot about this or lost my number.

she invited me upstairs for a while and i saw my housemate’s room. it was a terrible mess!! things and papers were just strewn around in the wardrobes and drawers. the way they rummaged through the mess to find the password was as if they were going through the garbage bin. i’m scared, i can be quite a clean freak, remember?

the housemate’s room has a huge built-in wardrobe all to herself. i have a sorry excuse of a wardrobe, which is actually just space under the staircase. with bare brick walls, the water heater in it, an unused clothes dryer and some other random rubbish.

the housemate’s room is carpeted. mine used to be, but they took out the carpets. now it’s tiled. and shesh, it gets REALLY cold at night (less than 20 degrees celcius on summer nights). so cold that i have to wear my adidas sweater to sleep and in the mornings. but i don’t mind, i like my adidas sweater and i miss wearing it. i’m gonna get myself a pair of bedroom slippers so that i don’t have to tap dance across the room at night.

the housemate’s room has a study nook, which is cosy and comes with more storage space. i have, like one-eighth of her storage space altogether?

the best thing is, she pays the same rent as me.

but i still quite like my room, cos i don’t have to walk one big around when i enter. and i have my own fridge and microwave and stuff in my room, so i can be really lazy and not leave my room at all, even when i’m hungry. and i don’t have to climb the stairs ten million times a day, except to use the bathroom. ha, minimized exercise and easy access to food. no prize for guessing what’s gonna happen to me when i return to singapore. (by the way, i’m back to considering if i should return in june)

pictures of my room:

the whole interior of the house is in pink. pink walls, pink bathroom, pink windowsills, pink kitchen, even the main house where the owner lives in is entirely pink. sheesh. i sure miss my blue bathroom and cream coloured house.

while going through the welcome pack the school gave out at the airport (yes, the school provides this very thoughtful service whereby they pick up new students at the airport and drop us off wherever we’re going), i came across this nice, colourful postcard.

my ally must feel so welcomed.

then i read the smaller words.

dang.

gotta run out to the mall (again, ack!) to get cooking condiments. the genius in me remembered to get meat, fish, veggies (not bad for a carnivore, eh?), fruits, bread, eggs, sauces, even kitchen towels.

but i happily forgot about salt, sugar, pepper, etc. etc.

sigh, too lazy to get to the mall. it’s such a long way off. maybe i’ll try walking there today. hahaha i almost did yesterday and gave up only because i couldn’t really figure out the directions. should have no problems today.