you.me.and a thousand different ways.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

i went to the clinic and it was such a slow day. and you know what's the worst thing? it was a slow yet tiring day. and today, i really felt as though my patience was being tested. and sometimes, it's too much really. by the time it was 515pm, there was not a soul in the clinic, i was terribly exhausted (i'm not sure how if all i do is just sit there), i would ask myself, "why the heck am i working so hard for?"

once again.. asking myself dumbo questions that wouldn't be having much of an answer.

that is seemingly, one of the most frustrating aspects of it. happily left at 7pm and started to make my way over to pick robby up at the airport. started strolling along the streets of town and i felt carefree. it was like a "boom" thing. and guess wad was playing in my mp3.. beyonce knowles's "crazy in love". ya.. so i did my usual. singing along to it, looking at the people, not having much of a care in the world. went to plaza sing to check out if the "O" magazine was available (it was), but decided that i wasn't going to pay $14 for a magazine when i can get it at kino for only $9.70. did you know the difference in cost could buy me my favourite snack? (hmm.. i have a lot of favourite snacks.. i'm juz saying!)

so i gave up buying a magazine, and took the train to the airport to pick robby up. and for a while, i had seriously thought the train broke down. i mean, it really couldn't move! it was soooooooooooooo cramped with people, i almost couldn't breathe. i managed to get myself in, and did the people-watched thingy. we have some of the nicest people around, and some of the rudest. i just can't fathom why some just like to squuuueeezze their way into the train and putting their bags on the ground straight! it obstructs traffic flow and it's soooo frustrating!

got to the airport at 8.35pm, so that robby's flight was coming in at 8.58pm, but figured that it'd probably take me a whole hour to see him, so i went to stroll around the bookstores again, only to realized that there's a row of magazines with Angelina Jolie on the cover. and i'm not kidding abt that row.. it's like, harper's singapore, harper's australia, marie claire's malaysia, marie claire's UK (or is it US?).. it was scary. i mean.. ya it shows how famous she is, but really, i bet it's all about "No, i'm not seeing Brad Pitt. No i'm not the 3rd party."

blah blah blah.

then.. it was time to wait. belt 17 and 18 had the most amount of screaming teenagers waiting. i was wondering what superstar was there. then i saw the huge row of parents waiting as well then i thought to myself.. "School Trip." and there it was. a bunch of teenagers returning from their overseas trip, and there was this big poster up that said, "WINSTON! HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH NOW?"

being the quiet kay-po, i looked around until i saw this guy, assumingly Winston. to me, he didn't look fat. i dunno. maybe there's a big belly button beneath the thick coat that he wore.

i'm going off-track again.

waiting at the airport is no easy feat. there were so many people there, waiting. and for once, i actually thought that the greenery in the airport was irritating. did you know that a couple of bushes actually blocked my view? and i couldn't remove it in any manner because of the fact that they were actually INSIDE that place where the people await their luggage at the luggage belt! and i suddenly saw a flock of people leaving the belt, and all the caucasians were out.. and i was thinking to myself, "Oh jia lat! i missed Robby?~" and i was starting to panic.

until this boy, not yet a man starts smiling to me inside. i was not so lost after all! ok.. after the hugs, it was pushing that heavy trolley to the taxi and taking the luggage home. he started to grumble abt immigration, the weather, the service.. everything really. but i was just glad to let him go on and on and on.

the BBQ's gonna be this evening. oh gosh.

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