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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
24th August 2008 My luggages were all packed by now, and I really had nothing to do today. Got pretty restless trying to wait for the clock to hit 11pm, so that I can head for the airport. Finally, the day has arrived.. I looked out of my window, and went on a long walk around the neighbourhood- an attempt at “capturing” all the sights and sounds of Singapore into my head, just so I wouldn’t forget… It rained for an hour or so that day. I went down for another walk. The sun was blazing, and it was horridly humid – yet instead of grumbling that I have to take another shower, I actually think I would miss all the heat and humidity in Singapore when I’m there. I went to the airport with Marco, carrying my super heavy bag pack. Dreadful thoughts about how I would manage the weight of my bag and the 2 huge luggages I would be carrying, through the customs alone filled my mind. Cheeky came to send me off and we all had this long talk/ discussion and we played german bridge all through the night..   I made people take frowny photos with me before I left because I wanted it to seem as though they're really sad that I'm leaving... Haha! See..  I did the same for my family.. and look what happened! Mama and papa don't really know how to react so they smiled! I think only YOUNG PEOPLE (me, cheeks, marco and my brother) would have experience in taking non-smiling pictures. Adults don't really see the point of not smiling in photos right? Now we take "themed" photos- act cute/ act cool/ retarded/ constipated photos are the trend! :P  And so, Mavis, her heavy bagpack, and her 26kg, 20kg luggages embarked on their long (seriously long) journey to faraway Canada.  The flights were horrendously long. My companion, Diviya had no difficulty sleeping through all 3 flights while I was left tossing around, in between x-number of short/ non-existent naps. I loved the food served on the plane though- so that was some comfort. I went to the back of the plane to stretch so many times.. And even though I hated using the toilets on the plane (because the loud flush scares me), I had no choice this time. So, I slept a while, tried to read for a while, listened to my mp3 for a while, strutted down the airplane aisles pretending to be a supermodel for a while, peeked at people sleeping for a while, looked out of the plane for a while.. and prayed for a LONG WHILE that I would reach Canada soon. Long queues at the transit at Tokyo  US customs at Detriot was really horrible though. I had trouble trying to heave my luggages off the conveyor belt and pulling the both of them down queues, past immigration officers…. The staff there put a label on my lugguage that said " Heavy! Get Help to Lift!" , that really tickled me. Had to do the same thing for Canada customs and by the time I really got out of the airport, I was exhausted, and so was Diviya.  But I was still HIGH that I’m LIKE FINALLY HERE. So I whipped out my camera and began snapping pictures of the blue skies, of nature and of the beautiful architecture.  The taxi driver (sigh, i can't call them taxi UNCLES here) drove me to collect my keys, and I expended a lot of effort trying to get my luggage up to the 8th floor. It was really quiet as it was still the school holidays and so my hopes of finding a kind soul to help me was dashed! Whine.
Then came the process of unpacking everything into my room. I really appreciate the wide windows, that gave me a really stunning view of the sunet in Toronto.
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