People tend to think they break up because they get tired of the person they’ve been with — that it’s someone’s decision, either yours or theirs. But this isn’t really true. Periods in our lives end the way seasons change. That’s all there is to it. Human willpower can’t change that — which means, if you look at it another way, that we might as well enjoy ourselves until that day arrives.

- Hardboiled, Banana Yoshimoto

i’ve been watching VB’s Coming to America and it is HILARIOUS!

i admit that i always thought she was a bit of a bitch. and the boobs! robo-boobs.

but it’s weird seeing her in a video rather than just paparazzi shots, and she is seriously funny. laugh out loud funny. MAJOR!

this is like MTV Cribs on a whole new level.

this is my new hobby.

it’s all a bit free-style and whimsical, and i don’t think neat crochet is my forte. i’m kinda just going with the flow and exploring how many knots in a loop i can make, how linking this loop to that knot and that loop to that other weird sticking out thing can make some other thing. i can’t be bothered to learn from a book, so gut instinct is all that’s guiding me.

it’s not bad, though. i’m pretty impressed by my productiveness. i mean, i only started 2 days ago and i already have enough crochet flowers to fill a crochet basket (not that i’d actually a crochet a basket - that would be much too twee even for me).

so tell me, what’s the point in having a card centre that shares its number with FOUR OTHER SERVICES..

and telling the cardholder to call collect when its a machine operated phone-in system.

and having the SAME NUMBER for local and overseas calls.

and having a website that tells you nothing. nothing about transaction limits, nothing about the card in question, nothing nothing nothing.

i am so going to change banks when i get back to singapore.

hmm… it’s scary how easy it is to be so lazy.

i wake up, make breakfast, have a cup of tea and then a sit down (or sometimes a lie down on the couch), maybe watch the morning news programme, maybe read the papers online, maybe just do nothing but stare at the ceiling. for hours.

and then it’s lunch time, so i feel compelled to do something, and i do do something (packing, pottering, surfing the internet…) for a couple of hours, and then presto the day is almost over and it’s dinnertime.

i really don’t do very much.

but in my head it’s justified by the fact that i will most likely be working 18 hour days for the next two years, so it’s okay! i’m just using up all the free time i will not have for those two years in these 6 months.

(i am perhaps being overparanoid about my training contract hours - current trainees have indicated that the hours aren’t really all that bad *cross fingers*)

and also, when i say i’m doing nothing, i consider trying to sort out problems with my UOB card as ALOTTATHINGS - which also fills me with loathing - so for every minute spent trying to deal with UOB, i get to veg out for 3 minutes because that is really how long it takes me to recover from other peoples’ stupidity.

there is SO LITTLE TIME and so much to do.

apart from packing up the flat (it’s a neverending task), i want to knit and sew and alter and garden and write and shop and read and make things and and and …

but looking at my calendar, 3 weeks to go in london is not very much time at all and things have to put away in boxes so bye bye sewing machine and knitting needles and books and comics and card paper and cameras and film.

it’s rather annoying that this is probably the last stretch of looooong holiday i’ll ever have for the rest of my life but i’m spending a whole month organising a pack-up-and-move. but then again, i have got too much stuff and downsizing is damn difficult. kudos to those minimalist people who live on a capsule wardrobe and have a capsule lifestyle. i’m not made of that stuff - i’m all stuff and things and more squirrelled away in whatever corner i can find.

i’m going to have to make time to visit all the museums and galleries i’ve been eyeing.

we’re packing up the flat.

tonight all the big furniture is going off to a garage in east sussex, and so everything that was once contained in drawers, shelves, rails, etc are now in boxes, some sorted and others unsorted.

the flat’s suddenly become much more spacious, even if it does look like we live in a refugee camp.

i’m altering my top from uniqlo by hand. and it’s taken me all afternoon to pin it and then sew it.

i’m not even sure why i’m doing this. i have a sewing machine! oh, right, i forgot. the sewing machine isn’t the best on earth and sputters and rips cloth up when i’m not looking.

i need better sewing equipment.

omg it’s july!

and it’s been raining and blustering and being generally un-summerlike. which is fine by me, except that i’m on holiday now dammit. i don’t mind the weather being shit while havign exams, in fact i revel in the fact that no one else is having a great time either.

but now that serious holiday time has begun, i expect a lot more sunshine that this crap we’ve been having.