Mama and Mak

Happy mother's day to all the mothers reading this! :)

To mak and mama, which I know there would be no way both of you going to read this ever but consider this as something what my heart will say if it can talk. Okay, that's a little bit creepy..a talking heart?? ^_^

Mak and Mama,

Thank you for being the one who stand and dealt with my poo, puke and every single disgusting thing when I was little up until now.

Thank you for having such extremely honorable patience to endure with my constant whining, roller coaster mood swings, ignorance and stupidity.

Thank you for believing in me and make me believe that I can be a shining star. You both are stars for making me a star!

Thank you for all your thoughtful advices and listening ears when I'm hitting the rock bottom or not.

Thank you for making me one of the luckiest person in the whole universe.

"pssst..psstt...mai sat.."

"boooo..boo chak!"

Thank you for everything. There is no words that can describe how you both completes me and the others.Wishing you two are always, always, always happy, content, healthy and blessed for eternity whenever you may be. You both are my greatest heroes, my brightest shining star, my most beautiful ocean view and my everything. Thank you mama and mak! =)

This is one the most beautiful lyrics ever written about a woman. I dedicate this song to the most extraordinaire women I ever met, my mothers.

Charles Aznavour - She
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell....

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She....She
Oh, she....



=)