What am I gonna do When the best part of me was always you And what am I supposed to say When I'm all choked up and you're okay Sad. Like. A. Pie. I want to eat all the mudpies in the world and not grow fat. I wish. Life is like that. Like a used toy. Used to entertain when needed. Thrown away when something better comes along. (this was last night, at 2am, unpublished) Leaving for the land of good food (dim sum+roast goose) and hopefully good shopping soon. I am eggcited. Travelling makes me happy. I hope people are pleasant there, HK still looks and feels the same, like the streets are always bustling with people at midnight and there are small family run eateries scattered along deserted streets (and not cafeterias and restaurants, tsk globalisation) which still serve good ol' breakfast (chee cheong fun! milk tea! youtiao+soya beancurd!). Idk honestly what to make of the situation now. It's not exactly shit that I landed myself in ha ha ha. It's just... leaving ...