So I tried to fool myself that i was really B A C K .
MATCHA LATTE @ WATANABE COFFEE SINGAPORE
Thing is, my life feels like its been churned out by the sappy mishap of yesterday.
It's that BAD to make me smash plates over my own head.
It's that BITTER SWEET it constantly makes me want to puke.
But I loved the whole thing. The chaos.
As I stared at my Matcha Latte, I realized I was dog tired...that I teared up and then died a lil bit inside.
Then I took a long, silent sip.
Twas piping hot, misjudged the temperature and scald my tongue.
For a moment, the pain lead to something.
It made me want more to visit Japan, or perhaps Greece - alone.
Maybe take a bus tour, get lost along the way. Meet strangers. Meet old friends.
Stumble upon familiar faces, get confined in an alley of faux emotions.
I used to be an expert at this.
I hope things will even out soon.
At the end of the day,
I knew that the latte din't help one bit.