Alright, after the last post, I sneezed and sniffed all the way to the airport. The whole 1 hour and 45 mins bus ride. My eyes went watery. My nose was blocked and all runny.
Next time, please remind me not to jinx myself.
Please also remind me to bring extra cushion the next time I take bus service 858 from Woodlands to Changi Airport.
The bus seat fused to my butt and back and the air-con was leaking on my comic book.
I couldn’t read my book on the bus because;
- It was too dark and I didn’t want to spoil my eyes
- I get dizzy when I read in vehicles in motion.
Anyway, I finally reached the airport. Nad was coming in from Terminal 2. So at Terminal 1, I tore my skin off the seat and shifted to the empty seat next to mine just in case someone decides to sit in it, making it difficult for me to alight at T2.
Sadly, a HUGE woman boarded the bus, her eyes lit up at the sight of the window seat that I was originally seated at, plonked her bag on the seat and said very rudely,
“Scuuuuse”
Wtf is “Scuuuuse”?
I RELUCTANTLY shifted my slender, beautiful legs to face the aisle and before that action could be completed, she squeezed past me, without first thrusting her huge bum into my face.
Sigh. Bad luck for 1 year.
So I waited for Nad at T2.
Still with a very runny nose. I was shivering although I had a jacket on. I sat, reading my comic.
Then, I saw Nad’s parents. I walked over to join them. Didn’t talk much to them (shy 
) and continued reading my comic. Surprisingly, my nose stopped dripping. Probably was too shy to drip in front of the future-in-laws.
After eternity, my phone rang.
Nad was still inside, not collecting his bag from the carousal. I do not have the slightest idea what was taking him so long.
“Hurry up!” I hissed down the phone.
After another decade of waiting, he finally came out of the enclosure. And of the 213 people that came out, he was the ONLY one pulled aside by the security staff for a bag scan.
Uncles that look like loansharks weren’t even stopped and my poor 57kg skinny hubby was stopped? Why????
Maybe he looks too innocent that he arouses suspicions.
Anyway, he claimed he got lost in the terminal. (Cue rolling eyes.)
The new huge Ikea is just opposite of his parents’ flat. I could almost see huge swedish meatballs rolling on the roads. I pointed eagerly to the big blue building while chanting, “Meatballs, meatballs, meatballs.” But sadly, he isn’t interested in overpriced balls. 
What’s more, he wants the local food. Chicken rice, mee pok, etc. Zzzz.
So I persisted. “Why can’t I have meddish sweetballs? ”
Immediately realising my error, I was too embarassed to ask again. Maybe I will, later this week.
He’s still operating on Melbourne time now. Sleeping early, waking early. He’s already snoring behind me right now.
But it’s good having him back. The familiarity, the warmth, the joy. It sucks to have to go to work. I wished he were pocket size. Could fit into my scrubs’ pocket then.
I know we’re going to spend the entire life ahead together. But I can’t help but feel that time is never enough when I’m with him. When I’m at work, the clock seems to tick slower. When I’m with him, it decides to move faster to compensate for the times it moves slower.
I’m considering quitting my job. *Just joking*
Sometimes I wish I were a civil servant – 30 days of paid leave. Sigh.
We have loads to do for the wedding. I have so many things to do now that it isn’t funny. I have to resort to bringing scraps of paper and pen whenever I run errands. Writing down what is needed etc.
Again, I can’t wait. Nothing can express this enough; I can’t wait for my 3 months break.
Anyone knows where I can get it cheapest?
