I heart my new Gucci sunglasses
I heart my new Chanel bag
I heart the back of my shirt
I heart everything except me
I hate myself
I hate my fat things
I hate my flabby and fat arms
I hate my bold waistline
I hate my dry frizzy hair
I hate the never ending blemishes
Regardless still,
I heart this man
My rich old filthy man
who looked so chubby in this pic
and I heart shopping
new tops for the oncoming summer
its a freaking 34 degrees today, although like what the radio forecast said
it felt more like 38 instead.
I was looking for shorts but shorts here don't really suit me
so i ended up buying tops instead =(
And did I mention I am crazy over dresses lately
a new dress to add to my collection
a comfortable dress to prepare myself for the war
against the hot and humid "summer"
they are really comfortable
2 for B
2 for me
I heart gold, and i heart the ever so comfortable flip flops
I heart my gold flip flops!
Im even wearing my gold flip flops while writing this!
Last but not least.
for my freaking warm room
it is unbearably hot!
Enough of my bull shit
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but my mom is so wonderful that I must write this to tell her
how much she meant to me
and not only does she deserves a post on mother's day
she deserves a post everyday
You thanked her by crying all the night.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dinning room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by looping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you into school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING".
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for Arabic lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice it.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic 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 the different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When 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 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 you friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying "It's none of you business".
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying "I don't want to be like you".
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friend it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked by telling her, "Things are different now."
When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relatives birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."
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.
Every single time I read this
I always feel weird, I have really unexplainable feeling
I feel that I can really connect with this poem
therefore
I decided that
even though I'm not sure my mom will be able to read this
but I wanna say THANK YOU mummy!
thank you for being the best mom ever
my mom is someone who never fails to be there for us
never stop sacrificing for us
never give up on us
never stop loving us
to think back
I used to make my mom cry so much
making life so hard for her but she never seem to give up
she never seem to blame us but rather she blamed herself when anyone of us makes a mistake
she never forces us to do anything out of our own will
nor will she expect very good results
all she expects is for us to do our best even if its a 70 she is happy
even though she is always scolded for spoiling me too much but she doesn't stop spoiling me
all the things that I have done
none of them seem easy for her
but she manage to live by it
keeping all the pain to herself
I wonder how in the first place I have the heart to do all that stupid stuff to her
so now I wanna say to my dearest mom
that I'm really sorry for what I've done in the past
and
I LOVE YOU
i really do
and I'm not crazy
and i really do miss home
and you
=)
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