I refuse to know the date!

It's sad when I think about going back to Malaysia for good.

However the other half is jumping in delight thinking about all the yummy food I could swallow once I find my feet on the Malaysian ground. Not to mention being able to see my loving family after two whole years.

But then again, leaving close peeps here in Auckland makes me sad. I won't deny that I HEART Auckland. Everytime I realize what is the date of the day, my heart sinks. Damn. One day closer.

Ah, mixed feeling. Now I'm working my ass out, 1: To earn extra money for end-of-year-last-NZ-trip. 2: To avoid myself crying over the littlest things, like, yeah, going back to Malaysia for good, and whatnot.

And leaving Mr. Katayama alone, to fend for himself, I'm really worried. I mean, REALLY.

He never eats on time. Never sleeps on time. Never wakes up on time.

Everything needs reminding.

I lost count of how many times I told him, "I'm not your Mom. Grow up, please."

But then again, some people are just not perfect, and their little imperfection is what makes them perfect for us. No? Yes? You decide.

I'll surely miss his random 'gas bomb' when I'm not here.

I'll surely remember his 'sleezy face' when I'm not here.

I'll surely miss his stupid jokes when I'm not here.

And I'll surely remember him, the most. THE MOST.

p/s: More than once, I thought about cloning him. Yes, make a clone. That would be nice (who cares about illegal?). Or if everything else fails, I'll just kidnap the poor guy. Maybe no one will notice. Fingers crossed.