s.e.r.a.t.u.s

mak's 100 days kenduri is tomorrow. how time flies.

it still pains me to visit her grave. it's surreal, u know. it's like i'm visiting someone else's granny instead. i always have this thinking dat mak is always around. dat i can just pop over and say dat i'm craving for her ayam masak merah.

yes, i'm fine.

but i'm just missing her like crazy.

letting go has never been dis tough, i swear.

on a brighter note, my mum says i look like a red indian dis morning. thanks to the sun-burn. my skin is glowing like a montot kuali yg digosok setiap hari.

basketness!