Here's looking at oxymoronic Jo

Life's strange, somehow, or may be just mine, I guess. It's like this - as much as we (okay, perhaps just me) fight to make people understand us (erm...me), sometimes, we (well...I) realise that it's not that important.

I remember wanting to scratch Uncle M on Friday night, but last night when I gave him his goodbye hug at the airport and watched him as he disappeared behind the sea of people at the departure gate, I felt a little sad. At that point, I was glad I went to the airport after all but not without regrets though - Darn! I should have made him cry. *LOL*