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Monday, April 03, 2006 @ 1:33 pm
home schweet home.

sorry beb. and val. I know how agonising it feels. I'll try not to rub it in too much.

personally, I wished beb was here too. instead, I'll be meeting her mom this weekend. oh well, that works too. haha. lavender again, I suppose?

weiyi & xuanhao will be down this weekend too. yay!

my second day home and so many bad things are flying straight into my face. especially when it's only 2 days to celine's birthday. I just remembered. I honestly forgot it was so near.

last year, I had the best b'day ever in school. the 5 Science 3 paper is still stuck on my mirror.

am a blessed bunny though. cos' I celebrated on fri night with my host family & hil. thank you hilary, for the tigger socks, the jaffa cakes, the cool card and well, for the past 4 months of friendship. cheers to that!

oh alright. I will update my wishlist later. having a throbbing headache now. shall go drink my dad's mango and sunflower green tea I got for him in uk. heh. also got him his magazine and a bar of cadbury dairy milk. our favourite.

the trip back home was not too bad. minus the waking up at 4.45 am only to see the 403 bus whizz right past my face. darn it. I must apologise to all the heathhurst road and brambledowners in my neighbourhood who woke up to the sound of scraping trolley wheels on gravel. it was tough heaving my luggage on the bus to west croydon bus station, only to discover I had to wait a good 45 minutes for the X26 to heathrow in the cold 6 am air in a tee and a white hoodie. what?! I wasn't gonna wear my puffy waterproof coat and end up carrying it all the way to senai airport. ok back to the story, I was sitting on my black samsonite, thinking about all the good things back home as this greek lady began talking to me. and so, a friendship grew and it lasted all the way to Kingston, which was her stop. she wore plaits and looked so nice. and her looks did justice to her personality. she told me all about greece, where she's from and loads more. oh wait, I left out something. as I waited at mayfield's staring at the familiar houses around me for the last time - until I come back anyway - my mom called and shouted at me, saying how dangerous it was alone in the wee morning. I practically threw my head back and laughed. I knew I was as safe as safe could be sitting on my samsonite at the request stop on mayfield's where I always waited every morning to take the good ol' 403 to coombe's where I'd have to hike up to college. anyway, as I was saying, my parents were squabbling over the phone and complaining that I should've taken a cab. I dunno. I don't feel particularly good spending 40 pounds on a cab to heathrow. do you? I thought I could manage with 2 trolley-like suitcases. even though the handle for the bigger one broke on the way to croydon in jan. sheesh. should've stuck to samsonite.. oh yes, I'm digressing again.. hmm, I thought wrong. simer was right in saying that my small frame would never be able to carry all that luggage. but how should I know?! that comment was made from simer! who laughed at me bopping my head to one of 50 cent's tunes coming from a shop in croydon. she never let me forget that. 'So cute!!' yeah, cute indeed. it must've been very amusing watching a speck of white dragging 2 suitcases. *shakes head*


road turning up from mayfield to brambledown.


taken at the bus stop over-looking mayfield road.

the flight was good, despite a little scare at the airport. my check-in baggage was fine, but as I left the counter, the lady made me weigh my hand-carry and I knew I was done for. I think she must've thought I was mad. what?! they were filled with my books and notes! sigh. anyway, lucky I had joseph. or maybe it was cos' God heard my prayers. he changed my ticket so we could sit together and you know what? it was the smartest decision ever.

1) we had the first row seat and that means... plenty of leg room!
2) she gave me a new ticket. which was good cos' the check-in lady had scribbled the words 'plz check hang luggage at gate' on my previous boarding pass. phew!

so, that was all good... security clearance went smoothly..... until they checked my passport.

man: do you have any hand-luggage?
I point at my bag-pack, paper bag with a muffin and a bottle of juice and joseph's camera bag. you see, joseph had been so nice to switch with me. his cam bag for my 27 kilo trolley bag. the man made me turn around so he could see my deuter and permitted me to go in. phew! but then...

man to joseph: is that your hand-luggage? *points at trolley bag*
joseph says yes and stares at me. *gulp* the man gets out of his chair and carries the bag. 'oh no no no no.. I'm dead, I'm dead...' surprisingly, he let joseph and my bag through. PHEW! but that didn't mean I didn't suffer. no siree... all the way, since we exchanged the ticket, joseph never stopped nagging at me. 'Chiseen ar?! Who packs 27 kilo worth of stuff into their hand-carry?!!!' and as he strolled pass the man who checked my bag into the gate and sat down next to me, he turned to me and said, 'NEVER. EVER. PACK. SO. MUCH. AGAIN.' scary.

oh yes, I love the flight for the reasons below.
1) entertainment on demand! which means I can choose what I want to watch/listen and pause, forward, rewind anytime I want. there's also a jukebox function, where you can choose 50 songs from various albums into your playlist. very very very cool.
2) the service. I wasn't mistreated or ignored for even once. even though I was barely 18.
3) constant water-flow. every half an hour, a stewardess strolls by with a pitcher of water and glasses. say no to dehydration!
4) joseph's arm. I dunno how I could ever fall asleep without the mas pillow leaning onto his arm. even if it was just for half an hour.
5) nice food. salmon for dinner, full-on english b'fast and sandwiches, peanuts and ice-cream in between. ah, heaven.

I hate johor for the reasons below.
1) the guy searched through my bags just as I was walking towards my mom and shawn's smiling faces.
2) said guy was asking way too many questions.
3) said guy wanted to eat my UK chocolates. who's he trying to kid?
4) said guy was fingering through my clothes.
5) said guy was such a slimy creep.

and when I walked out the air-conditioned airport, I was overwhelmed by the immense heat. so much so that my cheeks turned a bright pink and then red. just as I'm typing this, I'm in my puma shorts and tank top. the weather is unbearable. how did I ever survive with jeans and a tee?

question mark.

never stopped talking with my parents since I came home. excluding the times when they went out to work. I think I ought to shut up more often.

aiyoh. I grew fat already. according to mum, shawn, kor, jean and azlan. boohoo. I think it's cos' of all the twix bars and good food. =( meh. I dunno why.. but my clothes seem to fit me better. hoho. weird.

so jamie cullum's gig is cancelled. so am going for a brahm's performance in esplanade on thurs instead with my parents. woot. and we're taking public transport. double woot. my parents. taking public transport. wow.

ok. such a long post. I know. haha. oh yes, daniel chu absconded to malacca with my lava lamp, radio, mogu and xin's csi series. and put silly stuff on the pc. some tag heuer watch thingy that I can't delete. ergh.

have to do my IC on thurs/fri. mom reckons putting 'celine' in. so I have to go pay 10 bucks to get a 'sumpah' (oath) letter. and I'm only doing it after wednesday. so I can do it all by myself as an adult. joy.

do not contact me on my 012 number. daniel's having it permanently now. what a bleeping... ah, forget it. weiyi's in love with him. his voice, anyway. what's so nice about his blooming voice? sheesh.

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