I miss my children so much. Yes, I am in the woes of my empty nest syndrome again. At least thank God I live in the age of the internet, and all the chat services are my best friends. Even when I do not contact them, my heart lightens up at the sight of any one with an online or even away message. (Today was so funny... Diane and I were using our webcams for video gmail chat and typing in our responses instead of talking. After a while I realised I could hear her typing and it was only then that we realised we could talk instead of type!) Virtual presence is still better than no presence. So much for our age. What would our forefathers have said?

I know I am blessed beyond measure when my children say they are excited about coming home. I am humbled and amazed that I, an absolutely ordinary woman can instill deep love that can overcome whatever negative thing about me when admittedly most times I find it difficult to get along with others. Indeed parenthood has great rewards that a paid job can never ever give you.

I miss my Calvin's return so deeply this Christmas - my heart would have been singing this time previous years - and yet I was stupid enough to tell Diane to spend the holidays in K.L. Thankfully she had better sense than me and insisted on her way to book her ticket home in advance. Just one day after her departure and I miss her so much already it physically hurts. It would have been better if at least one was back home to lessen it. So in my utter lonesome sad state, I have been making calls across the oceans almost daily in pathetic attempts to patch the missing part of my heart.