A Certain Little Boy.

Jamie Cullum in the background. I'm bringing him to Bangkok. My backpack's still hanging behind my door, urging me to stuff it full. I am ignoring it. As I blog, Asa's on the plane flying towards South East Asia right now.

I'm sleepy. But I kinda like blogging with my mind half conscious. Less inhibitions. The guards are down. Wisps of thoughts escape.

I'm thinking of a Certain Little Boy. He's sweet and cute like little boys from boy schools should be. I like the Certain Little Boy. I am not sure how much but it's comfortable being with him. I have a sneaking suspicion that the Certain Little Boy likes me too. But I can't be sure, since his signals are weak and my radar has never been very good.

I just wonder. Time is running out. On one hand there's no foreseeable future. On the other hand I really, really want to know. Did I imagine you, Certain Little Boy? I don't like playing games. I'm too shy to ask. I just want to know that I'm not alone in this. And if I am, I want to know also. I won't bite. I just want to know. No strings attached.

I'm going to be away till next Thursday. No posts till then. And I will wake up, tomorrow morning, with my full senses, tough like a nut, cursing myself of yesterday for shirking packing till last minute for some weird ass blog post that noone understands.

Would be good to know though.