To the moon and back

Busy weekend. With overnight trips. Got back late from an overnight trip. And now, to another overnight trip early tomorrow morning.

So i'll talk to you when these dust have settle?

p/s: Was flipping through my passport pages during the long wait at the immigration. When it strucked me; the passport had went thru alot. With me. Those date stamps tell a thousand stories. Those time when i was madly in love and could never bear the distance apart. Those late departures and early arrivals. The frequent trips made to save a breaking-down relationship. The heartbreak. The meet. Which turned out to be The One (insyallah) afterall. The mad rush across the immigration. The long, longing wait. And who can forget The Trip to down-under.

The passport was there. For those bitter and sweet memories.


Heh, weird me being melancholic over a passport. I need sleep. Got a long trip to make tomorrow.


p/p/s: To YOU . Who got your heart stuck in the throat. Heh. Just hold on. Keep yourself busy. And let time be the best healer (but it hurts like hell, didn't it? *hugs*)