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 little joys in: the shape of a bubble tea cup from outside my exchange uni, a cup of soya milk from the aunty who used to sell me 滷肉飯, a scone with mulberry spread on the side recommended by a twitter mutual.

little joys in: a green snake following my finger, a long bus ride through the city, the bounciness of the hotel bed.

little joys in: the stillness of the city in the morning before shops have fully opened, the bustle of traffic along the roads, the call of shopkeepers at night markets. 

little joys in: the smell of kway chap in the middle of the underground mall, the check before jaywalking across the road, the familiarity at bumping into old friends in a foreign country.

i've missed this city terribly, it seems.