home beckons

tell me, is it possible to rid the spare lorry tyres currently immovable from my body in 4 weeks?
such is the hope of the hopeless fool. in less than 24hours, i will have the chance to either make it or break it.

if i promise to go for jogs every single evening when i drag chester out for his rounds.. and at the same time indulge in *heart* the juiciest mouth-watering crabs, scrumptious prawn mee, roti bakar, kopi o.. and the whole works of oily, fatty, yummy food.

but what does home hold for me?

i will see beloved chester. chester the charmer, the cuddly, lovable bundle of golden fat. the boy bites, but i love him all the same. hard to break the bond, especially when you see him since he was three months old, tottering on his wobbly legs, just like bambi. aww. i wonder if he put on weight just like his other half in melbourne. i hope he remembers me. i hope he remembers that it was i who bathed him, combed him and blowdry him silly. the amount of fur that cover his body has no end!



i will also see the very cheerful russell. russell who looks in through the window every waking moment, with the pleading eyes. who yelps at every little thing, including fat old me when im outside the gates. he must be slightly cloudy at the eyes, for there is no explaining how he can mistake his owner for a stranger! i miss throwing him around and bullying the poor little boy. i miss how he jumps everytime i jump at him. i miss the way he slides on wet surfaces when i throw his favourite plastic bone. i miss laughing at him.



then there is the younger blood that means the world to me. he will annoy me till i forget what day of the week it is. he will pester me to fetch him for volleyball rounds at 7am in the morning. he will ask me to buy gifts for his female friends. he will insist that porridge from that famous shop far away from home is absolutely necessary for dinner. he will drive me crazy. but he makes me happy. he's the supposed hunk, my brother.



and of course, sweet ol' dad and mamamia. one has been a source of unending support, humour and kiddy fun. always! the other makes my day by surprising me with rare sms-es and the ocassional long convos. both are inspiring and powerful in their own ways. i have this nagging feeling that they'll try to keep me indoors as often as possible, but this time, i shall relent.

i now await the land of eternal sun and rain, where sweat is common and autumn leaves are nonexistent.

edit: many thanks to thomas the man for uploading the pics. there, happy?