tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371251042011-04-21T11:59:51.873-07:00our feets seem to be spell-bounded, we can't stop wanting to go somewhere. our dreams are so far-away yet so near. can't believe we actually crossed each other's path.boho jet-settershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481333846609723798noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37125104.post-1162654999995646352006-11-04T07:42:00.000-08:002006-11-04T07:43:57.246-08:00I'm Like So<br /><br />I cannot quite remember what inspired us to travel and to start this blog. When I flip through the pages of that bugs bunny notebook we used to write to each other to express our interior that was too hurting to say out, I cannot help but think of how far we have come from. It sounds rather absurd but I really don't know what I'll do if you werent here one day. Because of you, I found the right reasons to do what I want to do desperately.<br /><br />Every now and then, I reminisce about the short-term happiness we felt sinking into the atmosphere of JJ market. The taste of the ice mocha we had there still lingers on my tastebud. And that morning before we left, the walk in the market.<br /><br />How can anyone talk to me about the farmer's son like you do? But to begin with, how can anyone compares to you?<br /><br />Right now, all I'm occupied with is the wild thoughts of BANGKOK during January.<br /><br /><br /><br />Bifen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37125104-116265499999564635?l=with-love-from.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>boho jet-settershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481333846609723798noreply@blogger.com0