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Starvation is uncomfortable.

There was a time when I used to eat throughout the day and night and then have a so called midnight snack and then go to bed. And then I’d be telling myself, ‘Tomorrow I will starve myself so that I don’t put on weight’, but, alas, tomorrow never came.

Now that I’m starving with no intention of losing weight, I look back, drooling, wishing I could eat all day again.

Living in a hostel is hell, especially when you’re on a strict budget and you get food only at a particular time, shitty food at that. It’s not like home where you could walk up to the fridge anytime and have a variety of things to choose from to eat. It’s not like home where you could tell mom to make something for you or make something yourself. Ah, home, I miss home so much.

I look into my fridge, it has been empty for weeks since my roomie has gone back home, empty but for random things with which I cannot satisfy my hunger. I look in and see a tray of eggs, and my mind rushes past a few random things like Humpty Dumpty and Eggbert and points out with bright orange and green neon lights on to one thing that I’ve neglected for a long, long time: this blog.

And then I found myself looking at those neglected, tucked away eggs, saying, “Dear little oval orbs…”