On that May day

When I was told to take out the laptop and place it in a box, I have to let Bernice's hand go. When the plane was 8675km above sea level, travelling at 875km/h, the woman with 9 rings on her fingers ordered coke twice, the old man who struggled to put his luggage up the cabin stood up and walked to the toilet, very slowly.

The suprise works. Yes, I can't really believe it too but I'm back in Malaysia. Not long, about 13 hours and 25 minutes of flight with 3 hours of transit in Frankfurt and Bangkok and my back hurts.

The feeling of coming home is more than a little bit special. My lips already lifted up in a 'U' shape when I was in Thailand. Everything seems to be normal and familiar but a little strange and not used to. Everybody was shock to see me inflate and my uncle couldn't even recognise me! But majority still say I'm prettier~ (ahahaha..) So I'm warning those that haven't see me to take care of your heart and have some preparation before really meeting me.

I'm still the same deep inside my epidermis although my foot size increase, I got a bit taller, I look different, I don't eat after eight and I don't really know what happened during the 9 months when I was away.

My mom says I eat everything now, my brother says I'm fat, another brother doesn't even want to look at me(haha.exaggerated), cousin brother says I changed from skinny to normal, cousin sister says I have medical student syndrome which is keep taking pictures and smile at people crazily for nothing. I don't know what to say. Luckily I have duoduo to share the responsibility of gaining too much weight with me.

Tips for those who are coming back too:

1)water retention is a good excuse when people complain that you gained too much weight
2)jet lag when you don't want to do work or go any where
3)no more hair dryer because the hair dry up very fast

So three months will be a break for thank you for shopping at tesco, library announcement, centra white bread, it's grant and a very day-like 9pm.

Missing my jokes? I read this from reader's digest:

A family is visiting a North American Indian reservation. They come across an old tribesman lying in the middle of the road with the side of his head pressed against the Tarmac.
"What are you doing?" asks the father.
The tribesman begins to speak. "Woman, late thirties, three kids, one barking dog, in 2003 Ford hatchback, travelling at 75km/h."
"That's amazing," exclaimed the father. "You can tell all that simply by listening to the ground?"
"No," said the old tribesman. "They just ran over me"

Byebye tall buildings for now and will have paddy field tomorrow.

Using the neighbour's wireless connection, holding on the hunger, I look at the stary sky and want to go to Bray now.