i think it is a sign when the image of the arrival hall of changi airport is in my head. it has been more than 3 months since i left home, as terrible as it sounds i have this little countdown in my head and heart. i also feel a jolt of excitement every time i finish a bottle of shampoo/moisturiser/body soap. part of the excitement is from the knowledge that i have less to lug home, but it's largely because the volume of my toiletries function like the sand in my huge countdown hourglass.
as i am a kiasu singaporean, i brought 1.6l of body soap, 1.4l of shampoo and a lot of moisturiser. on a sidenote, i calculated that i can bath two or three times a day if the thought of it appeals to me and i will probably still have soap to spare. i'm done with a couple of hundred millilitres and i've got two more months to go. i am going to make the best of it but i am absolutely psyched that i get to see my friends by tomorrow because by jove, i am getting more than a little annoyed with my friend here. call me an elitist or whatever you like but i cannot abide someone who says things like abourrit or rit. it's "it", there is no r, just like how there is no n in cider.
our day will come.
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