FROM A DISTANCE

i can't even remember the last time i watched sex and the city.

before today, that is.

the marathon probably perpetuated the lethargy but heck...i damn well needed it.

there seemed to be an awful lotta quotable quotes from carrie bradshaw season six. part one.

one being:

do we need distance to get close?

i've been hearing of couples taking breaks from one another, hoping that the short time apart could help them realize what they want.

well honey, if you can figure out what you REALLY want in a week, then good for you.

chances are, you'll either 1) head back into the relationship because the level of comfort instills a false sense of belonging; or 2) break up with the fella in the interim simply because you don't know why you're taking the break in the first place.

of course, there could be other possibilities, but these are the two i've seen of late.

flying gave me a hell lotta space.

sure...it was tough having a full-blown cry just before going on a flight and pretending everything's rosy-posey, but once you're outta the country, you've got SPACE.

and if it's a trans-atlantic flight, you've got TIME as well.

foreign air and isolation can do a lotta things to a person. good things, for me.

like a scene straight outta a movie, i'd be walking along fifth avenue and smiling to myself.

i'd head back home refreshed and somewhat more clear-headed.

plus, being away from home also meant that people would think twice about giving you grief because they see you less often.

or perhaps they just don't have that much time to give you grief. hmm.

i see many many trips to my favorite place in singapore in the horizon.

let's just hope bach grows on me after a while. yuck.