well, i picked up my mom from kl sentral...i intended to pick her up from klia, but i overslept by about an hour...she called me and asked where i was and all. anyway, the first thing i saw was the fact that she had developed some fashion sense...she had this cool black leather jacket on, and it matched her pants, so she looked almost like a datin. it was so cool. pity about the car i drive, otherwise the porter who helped her with her five pieces of big luggage would have been very impressed; but alas, i guess that there'll be no time for that. upon arriving the neighbourhood, she dropped off her stuff at a friend's place and came back to the house and emptied her room of any valuables or important documents. something i've dubbed "operation: clean sweep" has just passed through its first phase. even my uncle is in on everything...he wants her room key to clean up the room in anticipation of my father's [short-lived] long-awaited arrival.

bollocks.

she didn't give as hard a time as i thought she would have upon learning of the fact that i didn't pay her bills, didn't get her car properly fixed and totally almost didn't do anything that she'd requested for. not that shabby, but once the realization of what i didn't do sinks in, i guess i'm going to get it. and about my freedom? well, i'm not too sure. i'm still going out tonight. probably because i can. it's only dinner, anyway. i don't know...my life has become exciting again. still the same old rut, but...once my dad comes back, sparks are really going to fly, and that's when the fun begins. funny. my life as a soap opera.