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Saturday, October 28, 2006

People can't stand Mondays usually. I think that, at least in a group of us at IMU CS, there is a phenomenon known as Sunday Blues. Symptoms include an irrevocable sense of dread whenever issues such as driving back to Seremban arise and lacrimal duct instability.

I think I've discovered my aetiological reason for not wanting to go back. It lies within the fact that before IMU CS I spent almost every waking moment with my mom. Either with work or just as plain company - I'd go with her to pay bills, grocery shopping (we spend a lot of time each week in both activities), getting things ready for events, meeting clients. Every day from the time we wake up til the time we go up to sleep/play games we were together. She comes to my room to play Bejeweled (Endless mode level 208 as of last night), and I go to hers to sprawl on the bed and talk.

She spent last night in my room because she had a splitting migraine. Her room in the house is directly above the dogs and the main gate and door, all three of which make loud loud noises when agitated (which frequently happens in a house of seven, even in the dead of night). She's phonophobic and photophobic, and my room is dark even under normal fully lighted circumstances.

My dad doesn't mind.

Call me a momma's girl, I don't really care. It's really true.

I love her.

-ionie

6:46 PM

posted by Shiawase 



It is truly alright.