here's an update. since i'm feeling much better. 1st day of raya wasn't like other years, cos this time round, we didn't head dwn to JB.. plus this time round, baby ainul is here to celebrate with us.. asking forgiveness was the crucial part of it all, and me being the youngest, i practically had to clear the stage of 7 adults at once. haha. went to 2 hses, and on the 2nd day, just stayed at hm, to wait for visitors to come.. as i'm wrking part-time, i don't expect green packets really, but am thankful still..

it's hard to put into words, but i was overwhelmed with a certain sadness as the days go by.. a feeling i can't describe, but just found myself, sighing, and tearing away.. the feeling of not needed.the unfamiliarity. the detachment. maybe, forgotten. let this not be about me.

tdy i had to meet Wendy, one of f1 event staff.. she picked me up and we headed to CIP terminal, a terminal for those rich asses, VIPs. in the wee hours of morning, feeling so tired. looks like i'm gonna have a pretty tough time, starting off this sat.. long long long long day...

off to the doc i go..