He headed for home in the early evening. -Finish his Bon Voyage's token- Picked up from where I stopped last night. Weird. As if I'm lost in the dark. Globing for my way out. He's my pillar of strength. Independent new age lady, am I? Four days abroad. Uneasiness surrounds. All over me. Four mornings won't be seeing his name on my message inbox list. Three nights without his goodnight's calls hoaxing me to sleep. Tilting my head down. Turning away from dazzling lighting. Not letting my tears to be seen. "Only four days..", people will say. Yet, even an hour not receiving his SMS or call awakens edginess. This is how much he means to me. Vital acting role. Leading artist in my stage of life.


To take up my time, I tidied my lecture notes. Did boring revision. Accomplished the 'essence' of love for him. Gave my blog a new outlook. Awaiting for his call. Better let my head be in-charge for these few days. Or sufferings rule.


Reluctance overwhelmed his excitement for the trip. Dear, enjoy yourself. Give me your words. He was worried for me. Leaving his blur sotong in Singapore. Source of worries. Silly him huh~ My worries seem more relevant.


If I could fast forward this time tape. I will. MuAckSs.