My amazing mom

This was taken in Jan 2005. We both went to Genting.

My cousin, Yen, was Supervisor in Starbucks Genting 2. This means, my mom and I can make as many visits, as many stops as we want. See, that's my mom in my Nike sweater. I am a jacket person.

I haven't seen my mom since Tuesday evening. When we were playing our drama with Jules' mom.

This morning, I saw my mom.

I woke up at 6.00 am. I desperately need to use the loo. Now that's the problem with 4 people in 1 house with 1 bathroom.

She paused her shower to let me use the loo. And asked me why am I up so early. I spoke to her for as long as she switched out of the bathroom and me in. I think there was 5 sentences. I was still grodgy. Or else I could have summed it all up to only 2 complete sentences.

I went back to bed. Only to be woken up by an alarm clock not mine. Jeez. And tried going back to sleep again. I'm grouchy today.

To make the day better, I went in search of breakfast. Disappointed. Twice. I went to get my regular dose at Starbucks, only to find 7 people in queue ahead of me. And again, I'm in queue but not in view, a couple of doinks jump ahead and no one says a thing.

I left my mom a message on our whiteboard at home. I need my usual outfit for concert. Tonight. Then decide against. I'm going to go, with my slippers and shorts and top. Full stop.

Sometimes I think I'm what I hate in people. I lack intergrity to walk my talk.