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..