수요일, 1월 14, 2004
was forced to do my packing today, in preparation of the big day when i travel alone again, for the second time in my life. incidentally, when the time comes, i know i'm not going to be particularly happy about it at all, but such things in life need to be dealt with i suppose.

dealt with the motherload of bangles that i managed to stash away rather mercilessly into a drawer the last time i left home. there's an amazing amount of bits and bobs that i seem to have amassed over the years. i reckon that i, like my mother, have become what my dad so lovingly calls a 'pack-rat'. ah, bless, that's family for you. that aside though, makes me wonder what ever made me think that i might actually have a need for ten kilos worth of colourful plastic on my wrists. *hrm*

the thought of a pack-rat brings to mind lovely vivid images of a little brown rat with a walking stick in one hand, random crumb of bread in the other, and an army green rucksack on its back. pack-rat, interesting imagery i must say. blame that on my childhood diet of classics such as mrs frisby and the rats of n.i.m.h. (which, to this day, i must admit, i know not what it stands for)

caught sight of this guy on the train today, he must have been japanese, armed to the teeth with luggage, art roll and all, obviously going off to the airport. reminded me of the arduous journey that i had to make in order to get to manchester airport not too long ago. definitely a frodo-worthy performance, or maybe that's just me being big-headed.

there was this waitress today. my brother ordered a sundae and when it came, requested for more nuts (peanuts or what-have-you). the girl probably didn't understand much english, and when my mom asked her for more nuts, all she did was stand there and point to the sundae going 'nuts, nuts...' strange.

that brings to mind the loving rendition of "lover's tears" (情人的眼淚) that occurred sometime last year in some remote part of singapore. tears were shed, cheating hearts were upbraided, jackets were thrown to the floor in frustration, hurtful words were uttered (you're driving me nuts, lorh!) in true singaporean fashion, the way of which, according to one of the local broadsheet newspapers, is now used in dairy farms as a cost-effective way of curdling milk. i kid you not, ladies and gentlemen. one of the true gems of singaporean publishing, in my opinion. now, if i can just remember where my mom put that article before it ends up with the karang guni man.

so, who says that singlish is useless, horh?

the stream-of-consciousness of this entry is appalling.

the weather here in singapore has been searing hot lately, especially in the past few days, when the heat seems to close in on you, not unlike a noose. i wonder whether there will ever be an air-conditioned singapore, just like one of those air-conditioned streets somewhere in the bugis area. cue kiddy song: we were trapped in a bubble, but now we're free. i guess 1 degree north from the equator is not doing anything for the climate, with the added burden of global warming and all that rot.

in the spirit of pure jest, here's a link for everyone who bothers with the whole-world-against-osama campaign. to be honest, i thought it was really smartly done, and i laughed my eyes out, quite frankly, not that it justifies indiscriminate killing of innocents though.

with that ends "3 days till we all go back to durham" day. i bid you adieu.