Something I Will Never Admit I Did. Period.

This is something I strongly disagree with. I mean, I'm not the perfect son, I made my Mum cry several times, but I can assure you those were the lowest parts of my life, where I prayed I could just vanish just she'd be happy. I make mistakes. I get angry at her sometimes, but her tears is my one single weakness. No matter how determined I am to fight back, my love for her will always reign supreme.


Take time to analyze every statement here. I hope you would disagree as much as I do.


when you were 8 years
old, your mom handed you an ice
cream. You thanked her by dripping it
all over your lap.


When you were 9 years old, she paid for
piano lessons. You thanked her by
never even bothering to practice.


When you were 10 years old she drove
you all day, from soccer to football
to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the
car and never looking back.


When you were 11 years old, she took
you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a
different row.


When you were 14, she paid for a month
away at summer camp. You thanked her by
forgetting to write a single letter.


W hen you were 15, she came home from
work, looking for a hug. You thanked
her by having your bedroom door locked.


W hen you were 16, she taught you how
to drive her car. You thanked her by
taking it every chance you could.


When you were 17, she was expecting
an important call. You thanked her by
being on the phone all night.


When you were 18, she cried at your
high school graduation . You thanked
her by staying out partying until dawn.


When you were 19, she paid for your
college tuition, drove you to campus
carried your bags. You thanked her by
saying good-bye outside the dorm so you
wouldn't be embarrassed in front of
your friends.


When you were 25, she helped to pay
for your wedding, and she cried and
told you how deeply she loved you. You
thanked her by moving halfway across
the country.


When you were 50, she fell ill and
needed you to take care of her. You
thanked her by reading about the
burden parents become to their
children.


And then, one day, she
quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR
HEART..


I am happy to say that everything I did will never ever crash like thunder on my heart. I know I made her feel that she's the most wonderful woman in this whole wide world. Not one title beats the title she's got: Mummy. I do and I will always love my Mother. Mummy - it's the most beautiful word for me.

Probably The Happiest Moment in My Entire Life

Hey, long time no blogging huh?!



I'm back, and I'm back with a message. I'm just two days away from living my own life and leaving the life I knew - a life full of peace and security to a life of endless possibilities and rsiks... How light I feel, you cannot imagine- how much more when I'm at it already! I can't wait!



Back to life - Living on your own may not be as good as it sounds... But I've been in a preview of it, I lived in the Dormitory for more than a year. But living alone, I mean living alone without people who cook for you and you just wake up and go to the cafeteria can be really difficult... Difficult for the gloomy, but extremely challenging and exciting to the bright. I'm not saying I'm brilliant, you know.



Anyway, yes it's true. I'll be leaving home for a new home in two days. It can be smaller than this old home, but it will be bright and beautiful, as bright and as beautiful as my old home, filled with none other than my hopes and dreams, smiles and laughter, and the contentment I will be enjoying once I get to lead a life of my own.



Missing my family is a thing of the past, indeed. I already had my fair share of nostalgic nights thinking about my family way back home the time I was in the Dormitory. But it will be different this time. I'm free to make my own decisions, and suffer the consequences of my actions. At least, they're all mine, and a chance to hit rock bottom isn't so bad if it came from you.



Now is my chance to prove myself - something I have been craving for the moment I realized I want to develop into a mature human being.



I quote and paraphrase Michelle Tratchenberg from Walt Disney's Ice Princess: "I've wanted this more than I ever wanted anything... If I fail, I fail. But then it's because I wasn't good enough, not because I did'nt have the guts to dare do it" I have to if I want a life led by it's owner. This fact is sadly something people I most expect will can't really understand.



I also have to start disbelieving in fate. I might start calling it God's will now. It may be His will, but still I have a choice. I want that choice to be the master of my life. Anyway, that reigns supreme among other reasons is why I call myself human - God's steward on His creation - and that includes this body I'm in.