I hate it when I have to work on Public Holiday, today on Deepavali. This is supposed to be a family day for me. I hate leaving my wife with the children alone at home. I hate it, period.

I woke up real early, as always by my loving alarm Mr. Wonder Boy, Preston. After 4oz, straight snoring back to his must-be-happy-dream because he was smiling when I left him. As early as 5:30am I was already on my way to Kota Kinabalu International Airport to send my mother and elder sister to Lahad Datu. They are on holiday till Monday with my younger sister there. My sister actually bought them tickets to her son’s “potong rambut” session this coming weekend. How I wish we can be there too – but as always again, WORKING ON WEEKENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK lah. enough of this.