Happy Black Friday everyone from Brisbane!
I could not get my visa renewed in time due to inept HR staff, so I had to work from home for Rotation #27 for two and a bit weeks. The poor "home office" ergonomics was worsening my existing sprained neck and the one-room apartment was also getting a tad crowded now that Ision is at home all day. Hence, I sought approval to work in the Brisbane office since there's budget for that which I didn't use for this year, and I was going to travel to Brisbane anyway for training. So here we are...
In this month's musical sharing, I'm presenting a cute piece making fun of shopaholics plagued with FOMO who can't stop, especially during events like Black Friday. Almost frothing in the mouth, they push themselves down every deal as if they need them to heal even though that wound can never get better and that hole can be never be filled. As a person who prides himself leading a minimalistic and frugal lifestyle, I look at this condition I call "shopaholism" and the people afflicted by it from afar with pity. Thank goodness I don't measure my worth with material possessions.
Hope I get my visa by my next rotation (fingers crossed). Enjoy the song and the small dopamine hit with your next purchase while it lasts!
[失心疯]
漏一拍的心跳，气喘不过
识相的就尽量赶快去躲
否则我承担不了后果
限量，买一送一，快缺货
集点越多，换来的赠品越多
只需要刷一刷，二话不说
下一战，重新再来过
患了失心疯，有谁能来救救我
杀红了眼，看不见自己的无助脆弱
患了失心疯，有谁会来可怜我
只有卡债跟随着我自甘堕落， 继续犯错
被物质所控制的折磨
无止尽的欲望，催促生活
满心期待地拆开了包裹
发现空虚也是种收获
宁可杀错也不肯放过
抢购越多，节省到的就越多
只需要划一划，干脆俐落
下一站，重新再来过
患了失心疯，没人肯来救救我
病入膏肓，还想用尽全力放手一搏
患了失心疯，没人会来可怜我
堆满了屋让人窒息的罪恶感， 我逃不过
[Shopaholism]
Written By : Kim
Crazed with bloodthirsty instinct
Heart skipping a beat
Get out of my way if you know what is best for you
As I will not bear any consequences
Limited edition, buy one get one free, getting out of stock
The more points you accumulate, the more freebies you can redeem
Just a swipe of my card and without another word
I move on to the next battle and repeat
I am inflicted with shopaholism, who is there to save me
Desperation has masked my eyes from seeing my weakness and helplessness
I am inflicted with shopaholism, who is there to take pity on me
Only my credit card debt is there with me through my degeneration and mistakes
The torture of being controlled by materialism
With limitless desire pushing life along
Opening my parcel with anticipation
Only to realise emptiness is actually a possession
Preferring to make a wrong purchase than letting it go
The more you buy, the more you save
Just a swipe on the phone, quick and easy
As I do it again at the next site
I am inflicted with shopaholism, no one is willing to save me
Even at the last stage of this disease, I want to give it my all one last time
I am inflicted with shopaholism, no one is willing to take pity on me
This full room of suffocating guilt I cannot escape
