Opened the door for Tom early this morning, and he came in with a striped red-white plastic bag that contained his sandwich. Just a glance of that evoked memories of Wati standing at the door with striped blue-white plastic bags of market loot, or Mama with blue plastic bags - breakfast from the coffee shops downstairs. Then they'll be laid on the wooden dining table we have, and the freshly stirred monsters will plunder them of their treasures. Carrot cake, noodles and fried egg, chee kueh......
It's funny how you suddenly start to miss home when you know you're going back. Suddenly every image or thought leads back to familiar people or places... Keep getting distracted every now and then, especially during work. I actually have to keep eating in order to bring my attention back to my readings. Goodness. At this rate I'll swell like a hippo.
Oh wells. 2 weeks and 2 days!
