Transit

Yeah.. no I didn't take the photo. Credits Google

Transit, is only okay when it's less than 2 hours. It doesn't matter if it's Changi, or HK airport, >2 hours is too many.

So here I am, sitting nearby a window, sipping my Starbucks latte and acting like a regular traveller. Which, I am obviously not. Despite the fatigue from a midnight flight, I feel like a kid on the inside excited about travelators and duty free browsing. FYI, I'm not using the travelator so I can really get my WALK on! Hopefully in two weeks I can lose a few kilos which I didn't know I had =(

I might check in a bit later.. you can only blog so much. I've still got 5 hours to go.. le sigh.

L in HK =P

How do you love her the way she is? How do you love someone who is such a bitch with such disregard?

Like the wind

Like the wind, my everything changes. But one thing stays the same. You're always there.

When nothing else matters, it's just you and me.

Get well soon. - L.

Nothing to say or feel at 9.34am on this Saturday morning.

Ruined

I just absolutely want to cry right now. All the effort to make it go smoothly and all of that, ruined with one line. One line. The horror just washed over me and I felt how wrong everything suddenly became at that point in time. The colour from my face drained until I was transparent to the naked eye. The feelings were numbed by the realisation of the cold air absorbing into the particles of my skin.

Time at that point just slowed down and went by like a dripping tap. Tick, tick, tick. Five minutes. Ten past eleven. Tick, tick. Drip, drip.

Anything to get out of here right now.

Ruined night.

Curse me, with this wretched mouth of mine.