My beloved boys...

Taken with Auggy at the birthday party last sat...





























Guess what were thy doing? Watching cartoons...





























Ben ben's attempt to smile...he gave me a cheeky smile right after this pic was captured =p

Absolutely love my boys to bits...Ben ben dun quite allow me to carry though...I guess he aint familiar with me that's why...Auggy has been very sweet...He's at the stage where you tell him anything he will say ' Okie okie' in a very funny yet compliant way...still my cutie pie...

How I wish they are back for good =(

Falling sick...

Too many things happened for the past one week, too little time and too drained to deal with all...

Yes...excuses excuses excuses...

Seriously, I tired to handle the things as best as I can...Did a terrible job though...

Back to square one again...

Am falling sick...

Is that a sign that I should slow down?

Failure...

I think I failed terribly as a daughter...

Have I not emphasized enough on the importance of health and the follow-up of treatment?

Have my profession been a ridicule to them, such that whatever I said ain't important at all?

I'm pissed that they treat their health so lightly...esp when they ain't any younger...

Even more pissed that I haven't reinforced enough to them...esp during the time when I wasn't around physically...

But how to go about letting them know the importance when they don't treat my words seriously...

Someone get me out pls...

It's not a good sign when you can feel the heat the moment the plane touched down...let alone still feeling warm when you're at T3 with blasting air condition.

It's not a good sign when you rammed the cafe door on your already injured big toe first day in the morning before you headed off for work.

It's not a good sign when you kept snapping at your own mom who happened to ask the same qn over and over again for >5 times and you gave her the exact same answer all these while.

It's not a good sign when you have no internet access when you got home and realised that boss actually sent you an email to say that you can report slightly later for work the next day.

It's definitely not a good sign when you resented being home.

Right now I'm the biggest whiner in the world. Because I'm tired; I hate the weather; I don't like to report to my mom where I go or what I do; I don't feel appreciated for what I've done...

Sigh...I am Melbourne-sick...

Flight details...

2nd July

SQ 228, departs Melbourne 1550, arrive Singapore 2135

Not too sure is it T3 or T2...Kindly check the internet...

Expected peeps: Peifen, Gage, Ck, Sze...those who fail to appear will get special skin regenerative treatment from me personally...Skin you alive inch by inch!!!

Packing is a pain in the arse...