And so, I've been reduced to a hermit for the past few days to finish writing my term papers due for tomorrow. Basically, I've been living off bread, coffee, milo (a form of hot chocolate), biscuits and whatever food my mum buys for me on her way home from work.

But today, while I was (still am actually) struggling with finish my last (OH YEAH MAN) paper, the doorbell rang and there was a delivery of Grandma Express (by my aunt) at my doorstep. The food was in fact still warm when it reached my tummy and there really isn't a better motivation than all this love that has been delivered to me.

Nothing beats homecooked food and family love. Nothing.

As I ate the food, I couldn't help but feel so so so much love. Even though it might just be eggs, some veggie and chicken, it was a wonderful meal. Filling my hunger, my heart and my soul.

Then I thought to myself, how? can I show my appreciation for my grandma, whom gave me such a pleasant surprise. And Eureka, love is but a phone call away. So I picked up the phone and had a 5 minutes conversation with her that had entirely brightened up my day.

Since I started to become independent, it was inevitable that the distance between my grandparents and I grew. I don't visit them as often anymore, I don't stay over anymore, I don't stick around enough to help them out with chores anymore, I hardly go grocery shopping with them anymore. It hurts to be away from them, after all they brought me up and in fact, I've spent so much more time with them than my own parents.

There are somber days when I thought about how they might not love me as much anymore because I'm not home as often anymore, but small little gestures like this never fail to kill the negativity in me. They love me, period. And of course, I love them too, with every fiber of my being.

So with all the love that was being sent to me, off I go to finish up with my term paper!

it matters not who I am but who I want to be.

till next time.