sh*t i really hate getting lost. and i hate myself more for accomplishing it.

it's been a week, and i'm still fumbling around raffles place. with conviction i walk in a certain direction, only to end up at square one a good fifteen minutes later. i tell you, i blame the towers that blocked my view. there's more, but really there'd be no end to this.

to top it all off, the load i had with me today made me feel like a bumbling vagrant. great, isn't it?