My sis just told me that my handphone bill amounted to about $600 while I was in the states and HongKong. My dad's in Indonesia and won't be back till Thursday evening (which is the stipulated time that I have my weekly conversation with the family). I hope he still remembers that I've paid him $300 bucks in advance.
Never been afraid to call home and speak to my dad (or mom). Well, until now that is, even though we're 2348612 miles apart. Cos my mom is one person who'll remember shit like this and screw me upsidedowninsideout when I get back. Not once. Not twice. But at every opportunity she gets to nitpick.

I'm scared shitless.

PS: Kenny, it's all because of you. If you start to have those monologues with my dad again when we get back, you know why la huh..