I wish life was more like fiction. When people get me down I find my solace in writing and music.
Here is where I stash all my unwanted thoughts.
One of my flatmates’ favourite pastime is to gather round the computer, go on Facebook, and then comment on girls pictures one by one. It disturbs me greatly, because you realise that at some point they, or some others, must have done the same with your profile and pictures.
On the second night I got here a few other interns and I were drinking beers (and hiding them whenever there was the sound of a door opening since it was against the house rules; as one of them aptly puts it, “I feel like 15 again”) on the beds, and someone had a laptop with them. So, as one would do, we went onto facebook…started looking for pictures of cute guys we know…commenting on them…
And there I was, thinking this was something only my freaky flatmates do.
Another thing I heard was that the phenomenon of people poking at phones in social gatherings…so not a HK thing, either. When I bought this up all the other interns started nodding knowingly, solemnly.