ticket to ride
it's my last sunday in beijing, and this will probably be my last post in beijing. i'm looking forward to coming home more than ever. still, i woke up this morning and felt the slightest twinge of sadness at my impending departure.

or maybe i was just hungry.

i decided a few weeks ago that my farewell post would consist of me telling you about two important things:

first, we've discovered that lee kum kee soya sauce tastes awfully good with just about anything. we've hence taken to calling it magic sauce. and it really is! can't speak for the bottles sold in singapore, but those sold here are filled with. . . magic sauce.

second, and most important of all, is probably my greatest achievement in beijing to date.

i can now poop in a squatting toilet (poop being the most neutral word i could think of). i used to have a mental block against it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. it is amazing what one can achieve when driven to it.

on that note, much as i'm not for globalisation and the erosion of culture, one of the best memories i'll have of travelling around china is coming out of the train station at 长春 (chang2 chun1) on the way back from changbaishan and seeing a kfc right in front of my eyes, open at 0630 in the morning, because the sun rises really early in summer - breakfast was from 0530-0930.

kfc meant just one thing, especially since i needed to poop Really Badly.

clean toilets. squatting, of course.

if They dare

(yes, THEY, whoever THEY are) to delay my flight home for no apparent reason except that terminal 3 of the beijing capital airport is Too Big and therefore Highly Inefficient, i swear i will run past airport security and out onto the runway, then wave my arms and jump about hurling obscenities (i won't be heard, but it's the thought that counts) until Someone cares enough to take notice of the crazy singaporean girl dying to see her boyfriend after 9 Very Long months, and demands an immediate all clear for take-off from the control tower for my flight.

after i get onto the plane, of course.

i'm not making sense, am i? and do pardon the use of so many italics.

but today was the first time i left the house in about five or so days, and i even did some cross-stitching in the dark when we went to sing ktv.

i must be going crazy.

baa baa white sheep

meeeeehh meeeehhhhhh - for alliterative purposes i realise i cannot call this a lamb, i have to call it/him/her a sheep - Suzy the Sheep! Sam the Sheep! Super Sheep! the only name i can think of to go with 'lamb' is lana.

Lana Lamb.

which effectively makes it/her (i suppose she'll have to be a her?) a Lame Lamb. Lana the Lame Lamb.

for the rest of this post i'm just going to refer to it as 'it.'

it does look like its butt is overstuffed, doesn't it? and like it had an operation where all its innards were removed and put back in. see the line down the middle of its back?

its face is also kinda weird - crooked smile - as are the ears. it looks like a little like a rabbit somehow.

what eternity really is

i stand corrected: it is almost the end of the second day of what i know is going to be the Longest Week in my entire life, and i am Sorely Tempted to change my flight home again, because now i think i know the true meaning of eternity. it's not what i said it was before - there's a post on this sometime in may - it is this. this having Absolutely Nothing To Do and Missing Your Boyfriend So Much That You Think You Might Die From Loneliness and Insanity and Worrying About Stupid Things Despite Having Friends Around You. Soon.

and missing your mother and father and brother and grandmother and your boyfriend's mother and father and brothers and your lovely best friend who is coming back at midnight on 2 july and your other lovely friends who are going to have fellowship tomorrow, and doing other things like working as shopgirls and procrastinating about applying for pupillage (you know who you are, don't try to deny it).

well, it's not quite having Absolutely Nothing To Do. xiaoyun and i were so bored yesterday that we took ourselves to the nearby shopping centre, not to shop, but to purchase craft projects.

i successfully completed one of those D-I-Y lambs today, although it looks rather weird. i shall post a picture of it tomorrow, perhaps.

yes, i am That Got Nothing To Do. it took me all of half a day, maybe less, to cut up pieces of cloth, stitch them up, stuff the resultant lamb-shaped cavity and sew the entire thing together.

i am now cross-stitching something. it takes up more time, probably because you have to keep counting the stitches.

JONATHAN LAU MUN YEW WHY THE @#$$%^$%#^%*(^*! MINISTRY OF DEFENCE MUST MAKE YOU KENA RESERVIST NOW?! since he won't be reading this, being safely IMPRISONED in jurong camp, i'm tempted to come home earlier to surprise him, except i know it won't work. and it just seems so strange to come home before 1 july now. somehow.

but there's an upside: i'm kinda looking forward to the sermon on sunday, there's a sermon series on galatians.

and sunday means i'll be just one and a half days from home.

maybe i should stop counting. i'm going nuts.