Relations with the passport

FACT 1:

Don't hold emotional value over any MATERIAL items!

Passport can be a bitch. I never got any until the age of 18. It took only a day and I look as idiotic as I do right now. And yes, everyone kept snickering when they took my height down. And worse, until today, when I get through officials, I need to take off my glasses, pull my hair up to prove it is I! However, my passport seems to hold a control over me at least tells the story of my emotional intoxicated relationships. See, the first time I did my passport was to follow my rockstar to Singapore. His passport number will be one number after mine, and his expiry date will be the same day as mine. Even when we no longer talk to one another for more than 5 minutes now. Let alone look at each other.

When I went to Bali- the day before I stamped it out - was one of my favourite memories. I'll never remember his name- I'll call him ROBIN as long as I can remember vaguely how he looks like. But because of that- it change something weird in me. And made me realize some other couple of things. See, I may not remember his name- or whats-ever. But i definitely have a grin when we talk about Bali, or when i stumble upon that stamp in the passport.

And as I was running from one airport to another last year - I did it in comfort of seeing HIM- the coked up auditor. Even as my last trip as of right now- the stamp reminds me how I lie at the airport as much as it hurt me.

So yeah. My passport will remain my best-treasured item because it has one f**ked way of stamping my love life on it. And it is one hell-a bitch to me!!!

xoxo

ROLLO TOMASSI