the airport.

i like the airport.

i've had many dreams abt the airport. there aint any memories of tht boy over there, and, it's where i bond with my mother the most.

and i like aeroplanes. i like their structure. i like the view from the tiny little windows. i like to watch the ppl there, the foreigners, and listen to their ways of speech.

it makes me look independent, somewhat. it makes me think tht ppl look at me as a 'traveller', especially when i always go there with a backpack, altho i am not. metaphorically i am tho.

i shall make my way there now. my mother is not replying. i have no idea whether i'm meeting with her or not. o well .

actually, there are a little memories of tht boy over there. but not the physical memories. just the stories type of memories, because he used to tell me some abt the airport, or pilots, or theories abt aeroplanes.

but i shall not think of all tht, nope. this is my solitary escapade. it is where i shall be E'indah E'esa. *puts on glasses* cheyy . haha.

which reminds me, i miss 500A. there's another carpark nearby where there's also the little shelter, but the view is not tht nice. and it just aint the same. o well .