Jet Lag - The Strangers - Airport
+ I’m still on a high. Jet lag.
I was in blablabla, bliblibli on friday.
blebleble? Maybe tomorrow.
+ I absolutely GET SICK of strangers who search me on friendster and without any introductory or even lame short messages whatsoever, ask me to add them as friends. Yes, I’m a snobby blogger and believe me when I say that I don’t add STRANGERS as friends! FYI, you annoy me more than those fuckin SPAM messages!!!
I’ve decided to take my email address off this blog. If by any rational reasons you should have the need to contact me by email, please leave your email address in the comment box. Let me email you.
+ I promised myself not to cry at the airport. I thought I couldn’t be that emotional anyway. But I did cry. I know I made you surprised, just like I’d surprised myself.
+ As I drove myself away from sobriety, faint words kept buzzing in head, "Don’t mix your drinks. Don’t mix your drinks. Don’t mix your fuckin drink. Oh, what the heck, it’s a farewell party and you’re in a good crowd!"
Chin-chin!
Not taking people for granted, that should’ve been among my resolutions.
Farewell, Bro. Good luck!
PS : I dreamed of you last night, thanks to you
