and i'm still here
in the uk
counting days for landing my body n soul in msia..
but..i still don't have the tickets
more expensive than prada's handbag
i can't afford it.
everyone talks about it
i miss mom everyday..
but i hide it
afraid if i'll cry while talking on the phone..
ego??yes..ego i am..
plus..she doesn't want me to cry
she wants me to grow up
never tell her that i'm homesick
"it's not good for ur health n ur study as well"...she said.
reminiscing a few years back when i gave her a rose during mother's day
she almost cried..
feel touched perhaps..
she hugged me tightly like she never let me go..
i asked 'why?it's just a rose ba mak.not a bouquet'
she just smiled..
i don't understand.
b4 i came to uk
i opened her wardrobe..
searching for things...
and i found that rose
securely kept in her jewellery box.
she really loves that rose.
when i ponder
for about 21 years and 33 days i live in this world,
that's the only thing that i gave her for mother's day..
and she really keeps it well
like how she 'keeps' me well.
and i could see myself as the rose in a jewellery box.
hope i'll be back soon