lets see, where would I want to head to today... Japan? Colombo? London? oh.. I know... Frankfurt.
Ive got thing for airport man...
Standing in an airport to me is like a kid standing inside a caged front porch, looking at other kids cycling towards the park. The jet plane is of coz, like the bicycle my dad promised, but still no where in sight.
22 more months!!
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