So I was bored at home with nothing much to do, considering I’d already finished packing rather early in the morning. I upped and left kind of early, being the very ambitious girl that I am, thinking I’d take an MRT to Changi Airport. I wanted, of course, to give myself ample time to get there, to check in, buy some Thai Baht, mulch around, have a couple of smokes, a coffee and lazily wander over to my boarding gate.

I didn’t think I’d arrive here quite so early, nor did I envision myself having quite so little to do. I’m one-third through one of the two books that I brought to tide me over for this waiting period, the flight, and later when I’m waiting at the hotel, as well as on my return flight. So hooray for free internet in the world’s favourite airport, which is saving Seventy-Two Virgins from being too eagerly devoured. (That sounds wrong on so many levels - it’s the title of the book I’m reading, damn you gutter brains!)

Oh well. In behaviour not particularly characteristic of myself, I didn’t manage to capture some strange sights I’d already seen in digital format, and you’ll just have to make do with my ample descriptives: one woman who, sitting two seats away from me on the MRT between Tanah Merah and Expo, decides she’s just woken up (after all of 30 seconds of sitting on the train), and stretches - no, actually she retches - and leans practically all the way till one fist was uncomfortably close to my face, and one boy in the airport who finds it a far more efficient use of his time and energy to pirouette around an obstacle, twirling his roller-suitcase a la tap dancer’s walking stick, instead of merely side-stepping/altering the direction that he has chosen to proceed in by about 30, instead of 330, degrees.

It’s going to be an interesting weekend.

We’re off to DFS to buy some nice Cartier cigarettes which we will puff away assiduously away on!