I cried yesterday. Yes, yesterday i was perpetually disturbed. Moreover i'm undergoing PMS so i'm emotionally unstable. During class, my lecturer/trainer, Miss Grace came up to me and talk to me regarding my mum. The moment she sat beside me, I wanted to cry. Even before opening my mouth to share the story. I wanted hold my self back from tearing. Well, i did literally but only for a while. I choked trying to explain my mum's condition. And then it start to get cloudy. My tears gathered around my eyes, and i kept fighting to hold it back. Alas, i failed.

She was being brutal truth. Being a proffesional, she estimated and told me to be prepared for the worst. And she mentioned hospice. FUCKING HOSPICE! That's when i just had to let go.

After that, i kept to myself. My body was stepping on ground, but spiritually i was'nt.

And i cried again. This time in front of my friends in the MRT. So tak glamour. I'm glad. I'm glad they were there for me.

Thank you Zaba, Niza, Kana.