I'm now blogging at a cybercafe. I'm having my off. Apparently, I saw someone who look really familiar enter the cybercafe.
Who is he? So familiar...
I stared at him.
Oh my god...
I swear I think I saw the rude cab driver who forced me to pay up with cash when I told him I wanted to pay by nets.
He's here!
I think he's here.
Two minutes ago, he went over to my computer and see what I was typing.
I swear it's him; the hair, the height, the face. But this time round, he was sloppish. I meant the way he wore his clothes.
