When i have insomnia, I start thinking about Canada, what am I gonna do this time round, how my flights are gonna be, how will i survive it, when will I land, should I check in my luggage, who will pick me up, I guess Pat & Lawrence, will the kids be asleep, what do I get for them, where's the DC5, how i'll go to bed, how 12 days' of Pat's sleep be disturbed, where am I going to put my luggage, which side should I sleep on, new drawings put up by Sunny or the girls, how do I greet the elders, will I be hungry then, that cigg break without jackets this time round.
What should I get for the adults, kids are easy ya know. When will i go to Vaughn Mills, what other colors should I get, where can I get undies, I'll bring my soap bar there instead, what blu-ray should I buy, will Pat be able to replicate that Pork Chops with apple sauce that perfectly he did, I still remember how it taste like and of course hopefully I don't mess up the potato salad an we don't forget NOT to UFO the baguette.
What should I make for breakfast, if I could bring a lappy there and do some reading on my work, how can I get to do that in the yard with the morning sun and some squirrels running across the garage. I can't study in Singapore but I'm hell sure I could do it in the yard. That crazy Marxist etched into my head that day. I needed to show people how useless they are and they should perform up to par to their designation and I am not ready or unfit to be in that position but if circumstances push me to I will show you guys how useless all you wankers are and that you all should be fired from the bank.
What's for lunch, will I get to eat that simple black bean sardine or whichever that made me eat additional bowl of rice, when the kids will be back, see how sunny's doing with math, how he's suffered doing History, if Vania has any new textbook for me to browse and how the kids will bicker or if Sunny found another eye candy.
Looking at the kids eat makes me really happy, I could understand why my relatives loves eating with me then, now that I've seen how kids eat really "well" like how the Koreans always put it. And then I will well the day just repeats with my anticipation of the same cycle that i continuously look forward to and before I know it my time's up in Canada and I have to fly back to this Safe and Secure HOT home of mine and be in depression.
My mind's definitely not happy back home
My stomach hell ain't happy duh
My body's certainly feeling the heat
And I will start to look towards the next trip and I will dream about how can I strike that lottery that allows me to buy a house next to cookie's and just work as a bricklayer whenever there's a job and head down to Lake Ontario to fish after having Maccas breakfast and having Hotdogs for lunch while driving back home before the peak hour kicks in. Maybe I'll catch a Salmon when they are in season.
The whole process just keeps going and going and going until....
Pat sent me this the other day with their voice recordings too ~ hahahah almost in tears and can't wait to meet em. The door to the basement, pic taken from the dinning table I guess haha, to the left would be my favorite yard and right thru the main door the ciggies unite !!
Counting down the days... close to 60 i think? #toolong
What should I get for the adults, kids are easy ya know. When will i go to Vaughn Mills, what other colors should I get, where can I get undies, I'll bring my soap bar there instead, what blu-ray should I buy, will Pat be able to replicate that Pork Chops with apple sauce that perfectly he did, I still remember how it taste like and of course hopefully I don't mess up the potato salad an we don't forget NOT to UFO the baguette.
What should I make for breakfast, if I could bring a lappy there and do some reading on my work, how can I get to do that in the yard with the morning sun and some squirrels running across the garage. I can't study in Singapore but I'm hell sure I could do it in the yard. That crazy Marxist etched into my head that day. I needed to show people how useless they are and they should perform up to par to their designation and I am not ready or unfit to be in that position but if circumstances push me to I will show you guys how useless all you wankers are and that you all should be fired from the bank.
What's for lunch, will I get to eat that simple black bean sardine or whichever that made me eat additional bowl of rice, when the kids will be back, see how sunny's doing with math, how he's suffered doing History, if Vania has any new textbook for me to browse and how the kids will bicker or if Sunny found another eye candy.
Looking at the kids eat makes me really happy, I could understand why my relatives loves eating with me then, now that I've seen how kids eat really "well" like how the Koreans always put it. And then I will well the day just repeats with my anticipation of the same cycle that i continuously look forward to and before I know it my time's up in Canada and I have to fly back to this Safe and Secure HOT home of mine and be in depression.
My mind's definitely not happy back home
My stomach hell ain't happy duh
My body's certainly feeling the heat
And I will start to look towards the next trip and I will dream about how can I strike that lottery that allows me to buy a house next to cookie's and just work as a bricklayer whenever there's a job and head down to Lake Ontario to fish after having Maccas breakfast and having Hotdogs for lunch while driving back home before the peak hour kicks in. Maybe I'll catch a Salmon when they are in season.
The whole process just keeps going and going and going until....
Pat sent me this the other day with their voice recordings too ~ hahahah almost in tears and can't wait to meet em. The door to the basement, pic taken from the dinning table I guess haha, to the left would be my favorite yard and right thru the main door the ciggies unite !!
Counting down the days... close to 60 i think? #toolong
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