Alas
procrastination has got the better of me. My 26th October entry is
not up as promised. I is truly unreliable. Cor!
The
scoliosis article is finally done. Work performance is slacking big time.
Singapore
was great. I meant what I did there.
Exiting Malaysia and entering Singapore has not been less traumatic. From the dimly lit roads of Johor Bharu, I suddenly found myself having to drag myself off the bus at 4am to cross immigrations and customs. My exit from Malaysia took far longer than usual, why? Because the idiot didn’t realise it was possible for an individual to have more than one passport in their lifetime. Trudge trudge, drag drag, back on the bus again. This time it’s brighter, bigger and better? Woodlands checkpoint…yes another dragging feat up the daunting escalators. It was 4am…excuse the porcine behaviour. Argh! Lights! And whoosh! A gust of cold wind blew at me as the doors open. Duck Kat! Oh it’s only air conditioning. Joined the queue, gave blank face and moved on. And I’ll have you know I passed the metal detector. Stop sniggering. Ahh back on the bus and a length of darkness.
What
this glaring thing in my eyes??? What? Who? Where? Oh, we’re in Singapore
already. Passing by residential areas, the dingy lighting found on most
Malaysian roads suddenly was terribly appealing to me. Oh how I missed sleep.
Before u knew it I had to get off and onto a cab…with more bright lights.
The rest of my waking hour (as well as sleeping) passed quickly with most of it shopping. Yes, shopping…old habits die hard Bilal and Bea and Trish and …
Became
hypocrite of the century when I purchased not one but TWO pieces of funky
clothing from a store retailing Melbourne based brands. So much for the Aussie
bashing. Nevertheless, as with all purist, I shall cling on to this hypocritical
behaviour for as long as it benefits me. Yes I’m a cow as well if you’ve not
already noticed.
Ah yes the Zouk Halloween party. This year my Halloween was marked with the absence of little ghouls and pint sized batman’s in oversized superhero suits. Instead, I found myself in the midst of a sea of maids, grim reapers, witches and tres chic bunch of people that looked set for a runway show. The best? A walking Marlboro box, living dead empress dowager and some kabuki fellow. If anything was overkilled, it was the maid theme, swear there was a whole maid agency running there. And they were anything but pint sized. Does this mean that I will never see them little tots ringing my door to tweak or tweet? And should I see them next, will I be a mumsy type getting the kids into their costumes before sorting out the candies for the rest of the little ghouls? *Shudder*
Thanks for the texts and phone calls, sorry if I wasn’t around to answer your calls (pre-paid can’t roam darlings, as much as I’d like to be chic). And thanks for leaving messages as well. You know who you are so I’m not going to put names…*smooch* vielen dank!
Meanwhile, I feel more aged by the second. And being 21 has not changed anything literally. My parents are still very much themselves – tragic. Work is equally tragic and I still haven’t got a permanent place to stay. Shuttling to and fro 3 locations of stay makes me more nomadic than the family has ever been put together. I’ve got clothes and things in more places than I need them be. And I sometimes hear my fur coat call out to me in loneliness. Yes I’m delusional too. The better part of the whole picture? I’m still alive, and happy that moving out of singles-ville for the first time in almost 2 years feels good. No I don’t bear the trademark post-orgasmic flush, Nars makes them, not me.
Yesterday, before the Kent: Presence press conference/album launch, I went to the doctors with a massive allergy rash I was having. I think for a minute I had Asia mapped out on my left knee – on a raised plateau. Yes, definitely something to worry about. One minute into consultation, she concluded I needed an injection – anti-histamines for the allergy…to what? I don’t know. 10 minutes later I found myself sitting on the steps of the walkway stoned outside a clinic in Bangsar, with the effects of the jab kicking in like a good J. And I had a press conference I had to at least pretend to be interested in, just ot be polite y’know.
And so that sums my weekend and a bit. It’s Saturday morning now and a long day awaits me. And it’s supposed to be the weekend. *Sigh*
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