So... I keep sleeping.
I think it's the cold.
I think it's because I hate sneezing. And I also think it's because if I don't, I'll just keep stuffing myself with food.
Naj and I took the train to Paddington when we arrived at Heathrow airport. I think the fare is quite ridiculous. 32 pounds?! For a 15 minute ride. For each person. Okay, so it's to and fro. It's actually a monthly pass, I think. A one way ticket is 18 pounds. But we're most probably taking the train back to the airport so... We saved 4 pounds each. Imagine the taxi fares.
Okay, I gotta run. Dinner with Mak Noor and Oliver later. Malay food at Jom Makan... a restaurant somewhere near Trafalgar. Been living on Fish and Chips. So I suppose some poultry would be quite gratifying now.
I keep thinking about last year, in Frankfurt. I think it's not about the place. It's really your state of mind at a certain point in time. Happiness is a decision. So is love.
Anyway, J, speaking of our dreams, relocating here would be awesome. So much art. And more oppurtunities too. Can you believe it. I'm not able to catch a westend play because all the tickets for all the shows are sold out!!! Like there's absolutely none left, before I leave! From Lion King, to Mamma Mia. ALL GONE. People are willing to pay 65 pounds to watch a show.
Ok, we gotta run.
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