somewhere there..

The sweet smell of cigarettes smoke in a strange mix with the coffee smell and dim lights with the noise of people talks and coffee making in the background along with the music in my headphones..create such a unique atmosphere.. it’s like you are in a different place.. in a different country..


Strange are the things you see.. weird are the feelings you feel.. stupid are the thought you think of.. the only thing missing is you.. and your fun conversations ..


2 bold guys in the corner to my right.. a lonely weird women talking in the phone.. or playing with the phone.. I really can’t tell.. she looks local, but.. NOT.. she just look plain creepy..sitting all by herself at the table in front of me.. 2 guys right next to her in a deep conversation drinking juice “healthy”.. a local couple.. with kids.. laughter.. a British girl “I guessed by the accent” at the service bar.. god, she looks ***** from the back.. her pants are law waist, dropped down.. giving her 2 ***


A humongous mixture of multi nationality groups are spreading everywhere, making the few, but existing, locals a minority in their own place.. well.. maybe since the towers are more of a working offices and hotels.. rather than a shopping mall and dinning hall.. its quiet normal for the case to be just that..





if i was not going to post this blog i would've added more, but some things are just not for share.. and better kept for oneself.. and today is one of my sanity days so lets just call it a day before i mess things up..

if only you knew me!!

the other day i was watching re-run of a program that i only watch because i have nothing else to do..
but unlike every other time, this time the subject was interesting..
it was about racism.. and how people who don't know you can make up all bad expectations about you, but once they get to know you, they get shocked of how different you are.. from what they thought..
in this program, all the expectation were bad of course and raciest.. but after a "day in your shoes" they get to know that the other person is nothing different than themselves.. except for their skin color or religion.. etc..
during the whole thing someone said something like : if people knew me, they would know that i'm...... bla bla bla......

"if only you knew me" i guess if people i know really.. and i mean really knew me.. they'd be shocked.. of how different they'd find me .. from the me they thought they knew..

do i make any sense.. i don't think so.. and i don't mean to either..
my be its just my fever talking.. or the chocoholic damaged brain cells..




P.S: normally i would have a sensor to stop me from going that mad when i write, but she is not here.. so you can go ahead and blame her for stupidity i managed to write today.. but i have to warn you.. i can't tolerate and won't allow any thing to hurt her..

missing you

sometimes we take things for guaranteed... we forsake it

but when its gone.. even for a short while.. we realize who much we appreciate it.. how much we need it and how much we miss it...

this feeling get triple as much when we already appreciate what we miss..