Separate...

Yesterday (8/8/05):
1. I haven't felt so bad for a long time.
2. I cried, just didn't let the tears drop.
3. I am now sure that I am a selfish bastard.

Bobo flew home yesterday. After nearly 21 hours, I heard her voice again 15 mins ago. I miss her, a lot.

My studio is now larger, but also much emptier.

It's almost unavoidable:
a. If I didn't choose to work here, it means I would have already been working in Hong Kong. Then last year would be painful as Bobo still had to finish her degree.
b. I chose to work here. But any experience less than 2 years isn't much useful. That's where we are now.
c. I tried to find a Master degree to do last year. I only applied for 1 or 2 and got an offer, which I would need to pay overseas fee. Fuck it.

And last time I talked to my mum on the phone, I realised that nearly all my loved ones are not around me. My friends, family (apart from my brother) and even my bobo are now in HK.

I then immediately changed my plan. My plan was to stay here until I have a sum in my bank account. Now my plan is to finish my project here and starting looking at HongKong (or China, somewhere there). Hopefully I can get something to start in August next year.

Separate from your loved ones is hard. Why giving yourself hard time? Is there anything more important than they are?

London is crap. It was still very colourful yesterday. It's now dull. (sorry to all londoners, it's just me)

I think today's entry isn't very organized. They are just bunch of thoughts in my head at the moment.