the rocket ship goes by,

Mother asked if I wanted dinner before I left the house today.
It's been a few weeks now that I am actually at home in the day and the typical answer was always no. My appetite has gotten very small lately. I have no desire to eat and when I do, I never, ever finished my plate. He said I lost weight. My mum said so, too.

So I said yes before plugging on the earphones.

I've been catching up with old friends for the past week. Some accidental, some called and planned. Every other night I was reminiscing the old times and pondering the days ahead with an old classmate or two. It kept my mind off things. I have a job this week, too. Props and set dress-up for a diaper commercial.

I haven't thought of Vietnam, and it's next week. I don't know when I will come back, or where I will be headed to within Vietnam. This whole carefree, running-away-from-home-to-a-foreign-land sounds almost romantic. But really, I just haven't thought much about it.

Over dinner today, Mother asked if I was not feeling well. I paused and said no.
Then eat up, she said.