(apparently) food is the only thing that's making her feel happy these days. Other than her lovely friends, of course

having a late dinner of tempura and onion rings. Yum yum!

watching The Pacific and Eddy and eating pansit canton tonight

Bach's Cantata 147 for that Christmas-y feeling

drinking bucketfuls of chrysanthemum tea for her cold

Chowking's King Congee

some down time

hears Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way playing over and over in her head

mourning the death of a possibility.

it's good to be home. But feels stupid all the same.