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It's only been too fast. My flight back to HK is scheduled tomorrow at midnight. It's wierd when i think about it: i've been trying to incite some sorta feeling about HK for the past few days and i feel absolutely nothing. It's as if i've never been there, never ate the food, never walked the busy streets, and never met the people there. It's almost as if it's never been school term, and dare i say, close to project-deadlines period. 2 weeks isn't long, but i guess it was the subconscious comparision to my 5-week summer stay here that's telling me- 2 weeks is short as hell. Maybe that's why i'm feeling like i got much more than we bargained for.
Something wierd and awfully karma-ish happened yesterday. I woke up with a jolt and i realised, 'Fuck. Is it tomorrow that i'm leaving. Isn't it supposed to be Wednesday.' I scrambled out of bed, switched on the monitor (because the fucking Tag i bought runs on kinetic energy. doesn't show up time when it's obviously sleeping on top of the table through the night.) and realised it's fucking true i'm leaving a day earlier than we thought.
So JJ thinks it's totally karma. During summer, we totally thought i was leaving a day before i was supposed to. When we realised we earned an extra day, this time we totally 'lost' one.
Yesterday was beautiful. Took our time waking up, then we sat in front of a window watching the rain. Of course we ended up on the bed again because we got all worked up while doing that (who wouldn't. it's dark, it's chilly and 2 people are rubbing each other for warmth). Then it was Garlic Rose for a special dinner and then back home where we had no choice but to perform a mini operation on the bloody zit-turned-into-a-sore at my pussy. I shoulda taken a picture. We were armed with tissue, my legs spread eagle-wide, and baby saying things like, "ok. now squeeze. wait. stop. (wipe) ok. keep squeezing. (wipe) put your fingers nearer. harder."
LOL
I love that boy. It was our anniversary.
bebe? don't go.
He was right, this is not parting. We never part.
This moment, i feel good. Another hour and i'm off to pick him up from school.
Something wierd and awfully karma-ish happened yesterday. I woke up with a jolt and i realised, 'Fuck. Is it tomorrow that i'm leaving. Isn't it supposed to be Wednesday.' I scrambled out of bed, switched on the monitor (because the fucking Tag i bought runs on kinetic energy. doesn't show up time when it's obviously sleeping on top of the table through the night.) and realised it's fucking true i'm leaving a day earlier than we thought.
So JJ thinks it's totally karma. During summer, we totally thought i was leaving a day before i was supposed to. When we realised we earned an extra day, this time we totally 'lost' one.
Yesterday was beautiful. Took our time waking up, then we sat in front of a window watching the rain. Of course we ended up on the bed again because we got all worked up while doing that (who wouldn't. it's dark, it's chilly and 2 people are rubbing each other for warmth). Then it was Garlic Rose for a special dinner and then back home where we had no choice but to perform a mini operation on the bloody zit-turned-into-a-sore at my pussy. I shoulda taken a picture. We were armed with tissue, my legs spread eagle-wide, and baby saying things like, "ok. now squeeze. wait. stop. (wipe) ok. keep squeezing. (wipe) put your fingers nearer. harder."
LOL
I love that boy. It was our anniversary.
bebe? don't go.
He was right, this is not parting. We never part.
This moment, i feel good. Another hour and i'm off to pick him up from school.