aug 21 in post adolescence

It turns out that there is time machine.

i jumped on the last flight on Monday, November 2, 2009. After one transfer, one sleep over in the airport and 12 hours flight, there i was.

Put down Communication Specialist with proud in the occupation brink, i got a stamp on my passport.

Took the tube and changed bus, 1 hour later i was standing in front of the place i cant be any more familiar with.

The "unbelievable" English girls' outfit, suit guys in City, drunk English lads, gallery in small alleys, dirty streets, horrible weather and tourists.

 Night falls, i found my calm in Van Gogh and Rembrandt's painting. 

The people are the real jewels on the crown for this city. This crazy and madness combination can't be found in any other places I suppose.    

Right that moment, I realized that I do miss the place, my friends and my life.

Graduation is only an excuse, an excuse to escape from the reality. 

Same place, same crew, same drink and the same feeling.

A little nice catch up, i almost believed that i never left.

i think time really freezes in that week, for you, for me, for everyone.

180 hours later, i was standing in the street of Taipei city.

with light clothes, my steps get heavier and heavier. air temperature 26°C, my heart dot dot dot 

We dont know when the next reunion will come, but we know it will come.