am back in cambridge, after train delays and hauling a 30kg (66 pounds) suitcase all over new york, up buses and trains. it took 9 hours to get back from new york, and i am very tired. it rained in cambridge when i got back, so took a cab home because couldn't stand the idea of walking home from the T in the rain with three bags. the cab driver grimaced when he put my suitcase into the boot. much that i want to say but all whinier than usual. and so.

called home because i was jetlagged and up at 4am and it was a convenient time in singapore so why not? dad told me hougang mrt was closed for two hours yesterday oweing to a report of a "suspicious item" in the station. however, the bomb turned out to be a homemade hamper that some incredibly careless or daft person had left behind. a whole hamper!! even i have never lost anything larger than a wallet.

i am very homesick. i want my parents and my bats and my pink flowers in the garden. and my four p.m. hans sandwich tea. and my little ibook-white phone and free smses and the nel and my ez-link card and i will even put up with tvmobile.