A message

I sat in the mrt this morning, trying to sleep despite the very lack of oxygen. While the crowd standing is feeling tired, at least they can tilt their heads upwards and swallow mouthfuls of oxygen when they need it.

For me, nose blocked and sitting down, I can barely breathe and hence I couldnt slip into lalaland fast enough. Then my hp buzzed, indicating an incoming message.

But it isnt a sms, but a note?!

Apparently someone bluetooth-ed me a note (up to this moment I dunno how that can be done) to say hi.

What the hell.

I wanted to do a search to see who was within the bluetooth vincity, but decided against it because I guess the person could be hiding his identity anyway. I replied a bye when I alight the train and moved out of his bluetooth frequency circle.

Comes an age when nothing gets me interested anymore.