I haven’t sleep a wink since the plane touched down in Changi Airport at close to midnight yesterday. I guess I’m just trying to extend that feeling like it was still the last day and I was still on China land for longer, like I haven’t left yet. Instead of catching up on rest, I’ve been catching up on movies, like I was on the lookout for the scene or line maybe, that will encapsulate perfectly…
I have mastered the art of turning up at a stranger’s door late at night then spending my next couple of days whisking from one spot to the next at a notification’s notice. CouchSurf. Douban. Baidu. Whatever. When asked yet again why I’d trust complete strangers so readily I have no complete, logical response to that save for… I can’t think of what anyone’d get off me? I have nothing to offer but my impulsion…
In a few hours’ time, you’ll be on a plane that will take you 3252km away from Singapore to Chengdu. Land of giant pandas and the highest concentration of pretty girls (or so they claim) in China. The trip is both cause and effect; it is the effect of your casual remark made (“So if there are shooting stars next time how about you make the preparations and I’ll be company 那以后要有流星雨你做准备我陪你去看好不好?”), it is the…