You know...

Been having a bad time during the past few days due to u-noe-wat. But glad that things are much better now. Just that i still walk around w a sulk on my face and a 'Look! Do i look like i give a damn?' attitude.

Yes, i'm back to normal, almost.

Its 25th Oct today. Exactly two more months to be exact. Wow. Time flies. Kinda worried. Just a tiny bit. What if i don't fit in anymore?

Mum called yesterday and asked me if i mind getting a 3.5 ermm.. feet (i assume) bed? Its a super single i guess. I said NO. I want a double bed which is 4 feet (perhaps) otherwise i will get a queen size bed which is 5feet. I think, just my personal humble opinion, that.. she can't wait for me to come back. She is bed-shopping for me.

I'd always complained that mum never come to the airport to send me off after the first time i flew off. I'd always assumed that she rather work than come see me off. Only when she and dad came to visit me this year then i know the reason.

Me: Den, how come it seems like you do not miss me at all when i left? You didn't even come to the airport to see me off. (pout)

Mum: Everytime when XL or YL come to visit me at 768 then my heart will ached. Sometimes i regreted letting you go overseas. Seeing them makes me think of you and the tears almost drop.

I think.. I have the best mum in the whole wide world.