i finally finished one third of my homework already.
awaiting for the arrival of cynthia lim.
and then for wong yue ying.
zZz.




i miss airport.
there's this tiny feeling of joy when we would go there.
running up the escalator, eager to know which planes have parked at the viewing gallery.
be it jumbo quantas, jumbo cathay or tiny ana.
aye. i want to express my love for the airport but i doubt anyone could understand, despite ranting endlessly. haha.

secret hiding place. you can run. but you can't hide.