the textual siege.

what happened to february? well good riddance to it, since it wasn't so kind to me, all fucking 28 days and 672 hours of it. hello march, be nicer will you?

funny that sam mentions a loss of emotional outlet in her latest entry because that was exactly what ming and i were talking about on the way home last night.

ok so the three of us might not be talking about the same thing per se but still! so ming and i were talking about not being able to cry. whilst he vowed never to shed tears again since last year, i just can't seem to cry because it seems to be the only release i seek these days. makes me even moodier when i begrudge my own rather shabbily taken care of body for not being able to even allow me the simplest cartharsis we can give ourself. i just want to give myself that one good bone cleansing, soul shaking cry then move ahead and plough on, if that's not too much to ask for.

anyways, i checked out canele's new paragon outlet with elke and found myself wishing that we had more time to sample the savoury dishes instead of just wolfing down 3 desserts shared between us. but then again, it might not have been a good idea because it's teeny tiny and you're practically sitting elbow to elbow with fellow diners. i say just buy a slice of every beautiful cake and every macaroon home, sit on the floor with someone who doesn't mind an early onset of diabetes just like yourself, and dig in messily.