Masih jetlagged. Buanget. Tipe kebangun jam 1.30 pagi dan nggak bisa tidur lagi sampai jem 10. Selera makan juga ikut-ikutan kacau. Tapi untung ke belakang masih lancar, kekekek, I'm sure you wanna know about that. Yah inilah efek samping pergi ke belahan dunia yang lain.
But that's just a minor matter; it's a (bad) habit of mine to start a blog entry with a whinge. Because right here, right now, I'm happy. All the things that were hanging over my head during the last six weeks are no longer. Separation is indeed the best medicine, sometimes.
"How long do you think before we get sick of each other?" I asked him while we were reading in bed last night.
"A couple of weeks," he said with that trademark serious look of his. "Love is fickle."
He's probably right. But I'm not worried about that. I'm still too busy playing this new game and enjoying being his 'petite poule'.
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ayam?? hmmm bad connotation!
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