The week has been dreamy.
I felt like floating around, with flashes of lights, smell of cigarettes, air-conditioned room, sweet caramel coffee, pretty faces, touches on delicate fabric, blinking monitor, sparkling stones, sound of printers rinting, paper files, digits and numbers, parfum on some random ladies, gazing and dreaming about what’s nice to dream about. Big and small.
For I am such a forgetful person, sometimes I got confused by dreams that I have while I sleep or awake. If you asked me, I can vaguely remember what I’ve done in the past week. Dreams can be so real and the real world could be this dreamy. In between real and the unreal, for a moment, I thought I’m living out of the earth’s time zone.
And back to Mars once again…
Jeff is truly a friendly person and comfortable to chat with. As I always said it was great to 
