I sat by the coffee table, still clad in my t-shirt and track-bottom (just got back from my gym routine), having my tapau-ed lunch quietly while enjoying CSI on Astro. Suddenly Ma turned to me and started a converstion.....
Ma: “You’ve been tying up your hair almost everyday and I noticed you kinda loss a bit of weight. Did you? What’s wrong?”
Me: “Loss weight? I don’t think so. I've been eating like a Somalian child (deprived from food) every weekend. How can I lose weight? Maybe because I put up my hair, and so there is no big, messy hair to make my head look big.”
Ma: “Well, I noticed your face is smaller now. What happened? Can’t sleep at night?”
Me: “Oh, work stress maybe.” I brushed it off. (My eyes were watery suddenly, but I swallowed the tears. I held back. I also wanted to utter to her partially it’s the personal-life-mental-torment; but I stopped myself.)
Ma: “Everywhere is the same. Difficult times will go by, so don’t worry. Just hang in there.”
Me: (kept silent again)
Well honestly, I don’t think or feel that I’ve shed off some pounds but maybe it is the ‘worn-out look’.
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