September's here... getting nearer and nearer to THE DAY. And now all the wild thoughts are coming back again. Like whether it's very selfish of me to be going overseas, whether I really made the right decision, whether I'm going to be wasting time and money etc.

It's really stupid to be thinking about all this when all the preparations have been made but sometimes it just happens. Like on certain Sundays when I have dinner at grandma's and she would either be nagging about the do's and don't's, or she would go on and on about how everybody's going to miss me, about how being alone overseas will be tough ('you are neither young nor old... blah blah'). Or when sometimes my mum would sneak in hints about missing me when we're actually talking about other things. It's quite a feat for her to sneak in hints during such unrelated discussions or conversations! Or her constant nagging about various stuff. Like when there was this unidentified bug in the living room, and while she was clearing it she was saying something like, 'there are going to be even more bugs in UK, you better get used to it.' And I was a bit stumped, cos I wasn't even bothering about the bug or running away from it or whatever.

On a happier note, the excitement's starting to set in. Especially since I got the air tickets today. And since it was school holiday, my brother helped carry the bigger box to the post office... cos I knew I could only carry the smaller one if I were alone. We were actually quite lame, we tested the boxes at home and obviously they felt okay, but after a while we realised that if we were really going to carry it all the way to the post office, we were going to need quite a lot of breaks in between. I decided not to expose him to any back threats... quite bad for the back to keep bending down to lift heavy stuff! And I wanted to reduce any risk of car accidents along the way, since our usual route to Jurong Point would involve jaywalking... I really think it's dangerous to be carrying something heavy across a road when any time there may be a car coming along and then it'll be too late. So we flagged a cab from the bus stop outside our house. Which is super lame haha I was almost expecting the taxi driver to be saying things like, 'siao ah' but maybe with the boxes we didn't look that ridiculous.

Both of us were actually feeling quite... erm, for the lack of an appropriate term, 'er....' at the post office cos the person at the counter was super blur! I had to fill in two sets of forms for the two boxes, each set consisting of two different forms. And when I finished and passed them back to her, she mixed them up and ended up pairing the two boxes' forms together. After I corrected her and she made lots of cross-outs and other scribblings on the forms, she proceeded to stick the forms on the boxes... and messed up again. She didn't bother to ask which set of forms were for which box, and I'm sorry to say I also didn't bother to tell her la. But I still think that being the post officer, you should at least check with the customer and make sure you are putting the right form on the right box. At least I noticed that she made a mistake and told her, but then since the form was already on the box, the only thing I could do was to make ammendments on both forms. The people in the queue must have been quite pissed cos the whole process took quite long.

And then there's also the tiresome chore of packing. I don't know what I'm going to do to not exceed the weight limit, or what I'm going to do to squeeze everything into two luggages, one big and one small. It wasn't so bad at first, but after pohning 'nagged' at me to bring more warm clothes... e.g. 'You think you have so much time to buy there? And what are you going to wear while you buy more?' Haha not like I wasn't intending to bring any warm clothing at all lor... but in the end I still rummaged through the closets to find more warm clothing from long time ago when we still had the luxury of travelling to colder countries. Come to think of it, we only travelled to a colder country twice as a family, which I must say we were quite fortunate to have enjoyed... considering all those who are less privileged. Yep, must really be contented with what I have and not keeping count of what I don't.

Found enough to actually create a problem for the packing, especially since most of them are quite large... either my mum's or my old things. We used to share jackets and stuff cos I was fatter than I am now and maybe she was a bit slimmer? And my mum also dug out a jacket my dad bought but never wore. She said she wore it for her whole trip to China cos it's really warm and comfy (and not to mention big and bulky... lots of insulation, and it's the longer type that reaches to my knees) The sleeves are too long... 'the most comfy thing is that I can hide my hands in the sleeves,' according to my mum. Haha ok la, since the person whom it was supposed to fit was my dad, it's understandable that the jacket's a bit big for me. But wearable I suppose... the only problem is packing everything. Needless to say, my room looks like a tornado just swept through it. Again. Seems like a daily affair now that I have to tidy up the whole place before I can sleep sigh.