me. me. me.

i walked and walked until the shops closed, not even sparing the supermarket. i was even bo liao enough to stalk outside the operations control centre to see if i can catch a glimpse of the crew leaving for their flight, and grinning silently at the thought of what my friend commented on her fantasies of a pilot (jal not sia). and then i took a long slow drive back. and blasting music from night till dawn. Ahh.. the simple pleasure of me me and me time.