One Night Stand. Alone.

It's exactly 7pm here in Kuala Lumpur.

First Class seats on my jouney here was expensive but worth it.

As I'm typing this in the executive lounge of my hotel suite, with the world famous Petronas Twin Towers behind him (as in LITERALLY BEHIND me; the view is magnificent.) , with a VIP-only Rave Party to head to tonight, I should be enjoying my self.

I should be leaving the problems where home is.

But , still, I'm left here staring at the beautiful scenery outside my window, wondering where my Baby is.

Is my Baby even thinking of me?

What's my baby doing back in Jakarta?

Cruel , my baby is.

I'm sad. I'm devastated. I'm lonely.

Waiting for an elusive message. Waiting for the elusive call.

I'm sad. I really am.

Q ... I pray for peace. Not numbness. I pray for my baby coming back to me.

I must be Mightier.