start your engines

5 days more and counting...

that's when my parents will pay me a visit, coming all the way from kl. the first time since, i don't know, 2001? wow, has it been that long? time really flies, doesn't it?

anyway, i'm glad that they're finally coming. it's easier now that they can stay at my new house. nevermind it's like at the edge of the island with no mosque in 2km radius.

i actually checked that off the streetdirectory.com. my father could freak out if he know this, but hey, it's singapore, what does he expect?

to further avoiding any surprises, i spent recent days sweeping my house. not sweep as in using broom, but you know, like when the prime minister's coming and the gov ppl would come in advance and sweep the whole area from any risky elements, like bombs, secret hearing devices etc.

in my case, those risky elements would be, well, there are lots of things. let's just say things that would make less of me in front of their eyes. not tsunami-gonna-strike-again-next-month life-risking secrets, or there's-a-body-underneath-my-swimming-pool-cement law-breaking secrets, but those tiny whiny lil' ones.

it's normal. everybody has secrets from their parents. i mean, which parents would know their super decent children has their first kiss at 14? or the culprit breaking the expensive display troley was not actually the neighbour's cat?

exactly.

so here i am just playing the game.

gentlemen, start your engines.


...ed

raya '05

i'm uploading hari raya photos and videos onto my pc right now, so i figured i can write sth here rather than opening the new madonna hung up 'live' performance i just got hold off.

i just got back from kl today by the 10.30am bus. the trip back was pleasant. i was worried at first because they gave me the utmost behind seat so i couldn't adjust the back but apparently that didn't stop me from dozing off most of the trip. either i must be tired from lack of sleep or that stephen king book the shining was too wordy and descriptive till i lost interest.

don't get me wrong i still think the book is great. last night i found myself thinking bout the scenes off the book at sleep, but the problem is i got like 2 pages of thrilling plots from the first 100 pages, which is a bit waste of time if you asked me.

so i slept most of the journey. there was this foreign indian guy sat in front of me tried to strike a conversation (i guess he was being polite as he asked me about how to get to changi airport before that), but i wasn't too eager to chat. at woodland checkpoints, i suspect he got held up by the customs because he didn't show up and the bus left after waiting for awhile. i felt bad for him, and also for myself because i didn't insist the bus driver to wait when i knew that guy really wanted to get to lavender street the final destination.