Finally, I finished packing everything into my humongous suitcase..i think I brought lots of xtra stuff like swimming trunks and even bak gwa, which might come in useful for barter trade since I heard pork is expensive in Korea. “One LG Shine Hp for 4 slices of 美珍香 bak kwa, deal?”
Ok crap aside, my mother passed me enough medical supplies to save several lives. I bundled enough cables to tie peoples’ limbs up and maybe some spare to double up as a whip haha.
Had a hard time closing my suitcase with all that stuff but I still can’t rival Borat and his chicken.

I had a checklist to record the items that I was bringing over to make sure that I didn’t omit anything. Over the past few days, I have been doing a mental checklist of ‘the last xxx” that I wanted to do before I go over.

I had my last sicko ktv session.
I had my last supper last night.
I went to catch my last movie, or rather my first, Bourne Supremacy at Cathay with my brother.
I drew my last facebook graffiti the other day before my hand was overstrained and died out on me.
I watched Tora Tora gold for the last time in my sanctuary before I transferred some over to my laptop, in case I am bored over there. ;)
I walked around town to imprint into my memory my last impression of Singaporean girls, so that I can make a fair and accurate comparison with the Koreans. Btw the schoolgirls seem to have the idea that shorter girls equate being hotter, heh you don’t need to show all to look good. Primary sch girls these days resemble sec sch girls of my time, sec-> jc girls and from the way some jc students strut around with their makeup and elevated assets (I dunno why the butt always stick out,hey I am not a perv).. wa, I have to double check if I alighted at Aljunied man. How times have changed.
I played my last dota game minutes ago…and I lost. With a new razor copperhead somemore. Wtf. I feel like a disgraced warrior..

After writing so much, I just realized that I sound as if I am Lincoln Burrows accepting his impending doom in the gallows. Maybe I might be a suitable candidate to answer the Sunday Times Life ‘what's your last meal going to be?” question. Haha. I am really peeved and disgusted by those pretentious people who quote all the haute-dishes just to flaunt their wealth and epicurean, exotic taste.

UUuu, “I would like to have King Escargots with Caciocavallo Podolico, truffles and Foei gras at this Muddy Grass restaurant and as for the desert, I would prefer the delectable Curry Ice cream from Ben and Curry’s, as for drinks, I would love the Absolute LL (Liew Lian), a durian cocktail prepared by the finest cockstir-rers of Bukkekehehe.”
Yucks, I doubt the food they quote even taste nice.

I’m a heartlander and my list is pretty simple: “I would like to have my Defu lane prata and mee rebus, with a bowl of Hougang laksa and a plate of oyster omelette from Old Airport Road.” Eat till shiok and no regrets. 

All systems go! I am ready.

Mood: Excited.