you were worth a hundred thousand miles.

my brain is on the verge of blowing up now. that's how it's like when the headache martians come by every alternate day. to eat your brain. and then i always thought i had some terminal illness. i'd tell me mom that and she'll tell me to shut up, haha.

seriously.

i finally got my vintage charm at a longer length, much longer in fact. but it's still so shiny, i need it more rustic, oxidized rather, if you eat talk breathe chemistry. i'm like trying to leave it in the open for days and stuff and it's still not working. i asked the sales girl how to maintain the shine so i could know how to make it lose it's shine in a roundabout manner get it? yeah. so she said keep it away from perfume. i'll do the perfume thing soon. oh please don't let it like turn black or something,

mommy's leaving for macau again...
and this is the FIRST time i don't have anything to get her to buy for me, please. totally abnormal. i think i'll get her to buy alotalotalot of Portuguese egg tarts. only the ones from the guy who created Portuguese egg tarts are the bestesrestest! i went there before, Lord Stow's i think. the shop was real little and quaint, by the sea, on a different island. i think it's coloane (sp?) or taipa (where the venetian is as well) i remember my mom running outta the taxi to buy them and when she got back my dad was so pissed that she bought six only, haha!

imagine the previous time i had those egg tarts, they were on the plane for like 4 to 5 hours plusplus the time between getting it and going to the macau airport. and when my uncle painstakingly brought it back to s'pore at 1am in the night they still tasted damn good. WHERE CAN YOU FIND SUCH AWESOME EGG TARTS PLEASE? it really puts all the other egg tarts to shame, man.

this is the most i've ever written about .

my head feels oddly better now. writing relieves headaches, that i realised.