super sick. first time in a long time in front of mom. and it’s a mix of her telling me i’m useless, her taking care of me, forcing me to take meds and then scolding me for not seeing the docs. classic tough love right there.
it’s quite cute how the hawkers recognize me now. not sure if it’s my repetitive eating behavior though… they check up on my injury even if i just pass by their stalls, give me fruit, ask why i haven’t been around, and even nag at me for eating at odd timings. HAHA.
not airport security asking me if i’m tired… i’m sorry uncle, i really have 0 energy to smile today. 😭 i packed my bags 10 mins before i had to leave for the airport.