ISFiT day15-way back into love.

00:27 in Taipei

17:27 in Amsterdam, Netherlands

I was like falling into asleep immediately right after the plane took off Oslo.

I received the mail from Bukkvollan.  I am now the big sis from that family; nothing more I could have been.

Hope I did give you sth, sty that I can give my real family.

(Two men are sitting 20 meters away playing guitar and singing in francais.  I just love this language for it could be violent and beautiful at the same time.)

I didn't really miss anything till Marcela left me, till a hug separated us.

I guess I just put too much on the power of Facebook or internet.  You were right; we lose the best part, which is that we can't touch each other.

(just dial you, guess i was just too silly that i did so.)

I miss Sunny, Marcela, and the whole bunch of you.  Ten days can't make more than that.  And you were again right; I think I can attend another ISFiT, for there won't be the same one anymore.

Everything was so simple; hugs, kisses, talks.  And why the hell I just can't do this in Taiwan?  Why I just kept waiting people to hug me?

(cest une chansan tres jolie.)

Yes.

Little finger pipi.

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Can we just not go back to the reality?

And this damn cold flu is just killing me.

I need another vacation.