It’s now almost 5 a.m. There isn’t any trace of sleepiness yet that I can summon within me so that I can go to bed. Jetlag is a pain! It really is.
Til we meet again in the future, in a much better time I hope. Goodbye London.
Puteh; my dearest, my darling, my light. Missing. Stolen? Passed on? Who knows right.
My dearest, my darling, my light, my baby, Puteh. I miss you so much. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you. Everytime I see people walking around with their dogs, I have this sudden urge to have you safely in my arms. I’m coming home soon, and it has been almost a month, my love, please come home to me. Please. #puteh
“It’s a subway. You stop at many stations. People get on; people get off. But in the end you keep on moving forward.”
There is only one direction in which we travel. These tracks take us to a destination we may not see from our current location, but worry not, we will reach it because we are…