Boarding the dreaded 16-hour flight to come back to Hong Kong was quite a struggle. I can no longer justify giving up the life I could be having in Toronto to be here.
I oversee just about as much as I overlook. Nothing calms me like the Carpenters, but my laughter remains my favorite sound. Too often I find myself at a loss for words. Ironically, I am possessed by the spirit of a writer. The ghost is not always in me. But whenever it decides to drop by, I go in a trance and start typing like mad. There's no stopping it.
1 comment:
LOL... go back to Toronto!
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