These Days.

Feeling kind of mindfarked of late. These days, all it takes is a word, a phrase or a song and I start to cry. All over again. Incoherently vulnerable. I hate the urge to cry all the time. This feeling is all too familiar and I hate that here I am, once again. I look forward to the next time when nothing in my life matters anymore. And now it will only be sweet escapes every now and then to keep myself going.

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Sugar high at Shangri-la and then to China's. I love the multi-level connections between us. It is not everyday that you meet well-travelled Singaporeans. And I just cannot wait for the next time.