faux art

it's 0046am and i cannot sleep. again. this is becoming a pain in the ass. we are in gallery hotel's #551. the room is very small, but very cosy. what i really hate is the fact that you can hear everything going on in the corridor - and there are always very loud people in singapore. reminds me of the time i stayed at hotel inefficient in kuala lumpur where i could hear everything going on in the lounge 3 storeys below - this was also the time i wrote my longest complaint letter to anyone for anything. it was my first complaint letter.

but it isn't that bad here. the hotel has a funky touch, very young blood. truth be told, i rather have this than a gawdy 5-star hotel.

*thinks of the time she stayed at the renaissance harbour view hotel*

i take that back. renaissance hbv has the best pillows, the best quilts, the shiniest taps, fantastic service, lousy club floor breakfast. i forgot to ask about the pillows when i checked out, i was too traumatised by my host in hong kong to do anything other than remind myself to breathe.

this room is so freezing cold, we had to ask for an extra blanket for ravi - cos he has less fats and i'm an elephant seal - and boiled water cools down in 10 minutes.

it's dead silent. and i'm missing ravi. although he is right beside me, asleep, all snug under two blankets. he looks like a hibernating bear who forgot to wake up and got up with thick moss growing all over him.

he's back for one night before he leaves for dubai.

(note to joy: will you be there to hold me up when i collapse for the millionth time at the airport?)

it will all happen very quickly now.

i'm going to miss singapore. i'll miss my psychotic, dysfunctional parents, their cats, my friends, teh tarik, prata, sambal, OH SAMBAL.

(yes, eds, couldn't talk about the things i'd miss without talking about food.)

and living at mohamed sultan. we took a walk around the area today. when we return, it's gonna be very different, it won't be home anymore.

it will be a memory.

another chapter closed.