Food for the Poor?

Feel bored. I got many things to do, but I don't feel up to it. Tomorrow I'll be going to Singapore for a 9am meeting with my bos. Thinking about the ungodly hours I have to go to airport just make me feel sick. The only consolation I can give to myself is that I'll be having 2-days off day, which we'll be another hectic weekend I guess.

We are supposed to go back to Kuching today, and be back on Sunday for our continuation or Cuti-Cuti Malaysia, but it has to be cancelled because of Babai's induction, and I have to go for the meeting tomorrow. My boss was not happy that I'm making another trip back, and we were very cheeky to book flight well in advance, and forced the company to allow us taking leave. Then again, I told him that it doesn't matter whether I apply leave in advance or 2 days before, there's always something comes up at the very last minute, as it is the nature of our job. My wedding was well planned to be on December, and yet I had so many times declined vehemently to be sent for oversea assignments. For example, 2 days ago he had wanted to send me to Morocco to our current site this Sunday, and back to Malaysia end of December! Thanks but no thanks. Not now anyway.

Babai will be coming back today, but I'm not too sure at what time. I've been going over to the previous house to feed Jake for the past three days, and I'm more than glad to handover the duty back to Babai cos I've been going home late almost everyday, and it's a very tiring process. Even the process of opening and closing so many locks tires me. Why couldn't we live like how the kampung people live, where they leave their doors wide open in broad daylight? Sometimes I feel like living in prison, it's so suffocating but there's no choice since I valued my life more than anything else.

For the past 3 days also I've been feeding on things that I don't normally consumed when Babai was around, which is belacan. It's bad for his gout, and I had to refrain myself from cooking or preparing food that contain belacan. Some people say that belacan or ikan masin is the food for the poor. Yep, I'm poor. No doubt haha. Sigh, I miss my mom and her cooking so much.