Electric Light Orchestra’s “Don’t Bring Me Down” (thanks, Eds) is on eternal repeat loop.
because i like bobbing my head and sniffing to its catchy tune. i also like lifting each shoulder alternately à la MJ’s Thriller to its happy hippity beat. what i like the most about this song is that it makes me wink flirtatiously to imaginary beings in my presence while lifting each shoulder alternately as i bob my head and wipe the snort from my nose.
i like tunes which match titles. ELO, “you got me runnin’, goin’ outta my mind”.
as the weather in Dubai takes an about-turn towards something not unlike a sauna that you cannot switch off, people here have been catching all kinds of bugs. out of 5 cabs i take, 3 cabbies are coughing miserably with snort dribbling down their noses without a single tissue in sight. this is what i call a hygiene violation, “keep the change, no, really, please, please keep the change.”
a week later, i caught a phantom bug and my throat starting hurting so bad, even my ears were screaming. that, and a shawarma sandwich with veggies that weren’t washed well enough and kebab meat exposed to roadside pollutants, i’d say i’ve been in a pretty miserable shape.
through the haze of disease, i thought, “hey, this might be God’s way of helping me lose 2kg magically before i hit the plane to Singapore.”
but hum. no chance of that. i’ve been stuffing myself with baby food, oats and chocolate spread. chocolate spread is God’s healing balm. today, i even feel good enough to wanna bake us some wholesome dark chocolate cookies. if i were brave enough, i’d bake me some furry eggs. Easter’s long gone, but i can’t help but stare at these in wonder. who’d have thought to bake in eggs like this! the eggs look so … furry. it appeals to the part of me which has been begging for a cat.
here are my to do lists for my 13 days in Singapore, 3 days in KL.
things to bring to Singapore
- Lebanese sweets
- abaya + shela + silk for mom
- gold nose jewellery for mom-in-law
- various other gifts
- lots of space in luggage for stuff to bring back
stuff to find and consume within a span 16 days
- mom’s and nan’s cooking
- anything and everything Eds stuffs down my throat except for babi guling
- nasi padang
- mee goreng pattaya
- roti prata
- mee siam mamak
- rojak mamak
- nasi lemak
- anything at Iniavan’s
- bubur terigu
- bubur pulut hitam
- soyabean curd + fresh soy milk
- Killiney’s kaya toast
- putu piring
people to meet other than family
- Shawn + Rebecca + Qalam + Cecilia, if she ever makes it
- Eds + ‘Chap + George + Sir Striped Atticus
things to buy/bring back
- Canon EOS 400D
- a 120GB hard drive
- books, books, books! yippeeeee!
- 3 enlargements of wedding photographs for our families, so no one feels marginalised
- dried chillies, dried anchovies, belacan, real vanilla extract, nan’s killer sambal
- some clothes perhaps
- and perhaps, if i bump into that fucken asshole who screwed up our wedding by the name of Kevin (i think his real name was actually Kalvinder Singh), i’d get back SGD500 for his lousy service and SGD700 worth of liquor that he somehow refuses to pass to my brother or Ravi’s best friend. he never appears for the appointments and avoids all their phonecalls. this is what i call a balls-less rat. i’d organised the entire wedding to the T, all he had to do was take over on the actual wedding day and host, and he managed to screw up everything, but let’s not go there because i’ve let it go. though i’d still like my SGD500 back and the liquor, so drunken people we love can enjoy them.
i can’t wait to pig out. you can lose weight, but you can’t put value on the pleasure of eating familiar foods with people you love.
i’d also like to announce publicly, THANK YOU, RAVI, FOR DOING THE DISHES FOR ME TODAY.
on random, unrelated things:
i’m amazed at this, the dedication, ingenuity and creativity that went behind the Steampunk Keyboard. easy, but not really. typing on old typewriters make me ache. but i’m just aching to have meself one of these.
Ikea, you either hate it or you love it. BoKlok homes by Ikea.
micro compact homes, for the ant in you. i wonder if this is what the future will look like. grounds littered with little boxes.