A place that has been planted with a seed of love... (1)

Woke up at 7.30am when the class starts at 8. my stomach's rolling its drums...sooo hungry but of course no time to grab even a fast breakFAST. this morning it was super duper unusually freezing cold. just imagining the water could make me shiver right now. no time to stare at my wardrobe's collection *as usual* to choose the best outfit of the day. Everything just went wrong... woke up late, no breakfast, hate my outfit, ankle's still swelling-cant dash to class, totally forgot my homework(naah..it's totally not a totally forgot kinda stuff-never care to do it..;p), n the list goes on....

today, i made a record. for the first time in my phonological history, i escape my beloved phonology class... why do i have to attend it? the excitement, enthusiasm, and my willingness of learning it has gone... i just cant adapt with the new teaching environment and teaching strategies or whatever they call it. besides, attendance is not compulsory. so, how did i spend my 2 hours of phono class?? haha... sitting in my room staring at this technological device that kids nowadays seem to adore so much-laptop! haha...

i was searching for something sweet, elegant and has the ability to portray my love, appreciation and sincerity to my dearest mum. for this coming mother's day, i would like to present my mum, something special so that she could feel my presence everytime she touches and looks at that something. after searching for like ages with all the connection problems, i finally found the best one. i decided to buy a bouquet of pink and purple carnations with a heart shape ballon hanging there saying " i love you". i hope it will be delivered to my mum on monday while she is still in school. (The above roses are not the one i am giving her, mind you..haha)

This is my first time not celebrating mother's day with her at home. i did not feel the slightest sadness in my heart while searching for her present online. but, while typing the wish card, i could not stop my tears from dropping down my cheeks. it's so sad thinking of all the bad things u had done to your mum all this long. how u never border to care about her feelings when she is there right in front of your eyes. as i was typing it, one by one, the memories of us together cramming my head. i saw her smile, her tears, her anger, and her pictures appeared in my head like a roll of film. till then, i realised how gratefull i am to be her daughter, to have a mother as strong as her. she raised me with patience and love. though she scolded me and raised her voice, but all those had made me a better person then yesterday. if not because of her, i might not become who i am today, or where i am now. thank you, mum and HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all mothers out there.