Aihs.. emo again..

I only reveal my true colours to her..
I spoke to her as i like when i like it even though i know i'll hurt her feelings..
I'll joke with her for hours when I want to but brush her off other time when she asked more bout me..
I am especially grumpy towards her in the morning cos she seems to know when to wake me up...
I live like quite comfortable here with only studies as my main worries but she has much more heavier burden...
I admire her strength, courage, unconditional love, sacrifices, selflessness and everything..
I even got my temper from her..
I told myself not to grow up just like her when i was still young, blind and ignorant... but actually i'm not even half of her..

But..

In the end,

When I'm all broken to pieces, she's there to comfort and mend my broken heart. She's there to bring me up to my feet. She's there to tell me not to give up and everything's gonna be fine.. Even if it's not going to be fine, she'll always by my side, supporting me.

She's the one i turn to when there's a block at my road.. she's the one who make me feel totally safe and secure and reaasures me that in this world, there's such thing as love.. a love of a mother to her daughter.

She's none other than my mum.. my Mummy dearest..

Today, as the VIVA list for disctinction/borderline pass is out, although my name is not on the list for both, i can't feel the sense of relief cos i know how shitty i did for my anatomy and physio.

Nevertheless, the day to go home for holidays is finally nearing.. i finally get to see my family..

I miss my mum especially.. gonna hug hug.. squeeze squeeze her.. till she turn blue, green, yellow, orange, red (eh macam warna Benedict's je??).. la la la la *skip skip skip* hopefully i down tear in the airport.. *so emo girl*

till then..

i am a good girl know?