blast cramped airline seats, delays, and perpetually change in singapore.
you never lose that feeling of dislocation. dismemebered limbs, phantom pain - and other bad analogies that don't quite make sense if you seriously think about it for awhile. today happiness was a sneaky bitch. she cast a spell that lasted probably all of 20 minutes while i realized how awesome it was for everybody that i've seen pretty much every saturday for most of my life be back in the same place again, but then now i'm just feeling inertia brought on by the full effects of gravity and physical inaction. damn vicious cycles, mood swings, and travelling.
ann siang was become a construction site, and a traffic artery. wtf. what happened to peace and tranquility? and of course, patissere had to be closed. no mango passion fruit meringue, no love.
