arrival

You mean I can't bring my granade into the plane? Dang...

After being apart for 3 months, I started getting used to the distance and the "freedom" that came along with it, so much so, that having a boyfriend felt like a label at times. But those feelings melted away the moment I caught sight of a kuku-looking boy standing at the arrival hall with huge grin on his silly face. I just ran up to him and gave him a big hug. Hai, he's lost weight...can't really call him fatboy liao.

The first thing that hits you is the coldness of the air. It's crisp and well, nice...me likey :) Nice start to a 2 week break from reality.

Absence does wonders. I liked how you held my hand so tightly, like you'll never let me go.