I have like a million of mother-ly stuffs to do and yet, here I am sitting down to work. The little kid has been bugging me to death about packing his clothes. I keep telling him we can do it tomorrow but he is so excited about taking plane ride. Poor kid. The last time he flew was when he was around one years old. He had been to Hongkong twice. Hmmm..maybe he is not so poor but one lucky kid?

If I list down the number of things I have to do, I get breathless. But who cares lah. I am going to finish all my deadlines and then, only think about doing the physical packing.

 

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