My head started to pound as soon as I got on a cab from the airport. His driving skills, as per all his countrymen, was nothing less than frightful. His horn started blaring as soon as the taxi left the airport grounds... which only added to my misery. "Porrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, por por porrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr", try repeating that sound in your head for the next 45 mins and tell me how you feel. This only fuelled my hatred more, less than an hour an already I want to leave.
I'm not going to lie, I'm abit sloshed at this present moment. I feel that somehow or another, I speak more freely, and also my truest thoughts when I'm slightly intoxicated. Garnered with the fact, I may not even recall a single thing tomorrow. LOL.
With KM playing in the background now, I feel a huge relief. I can't ask for much more, knowing you are there listening , is more than enough for me.
