Relax, no more rantings. Actually I'm going to dedicate this post to my mother. Although she doesn't even know. This is what I really feel. What I really want to say on Mothers' Day. Although I don't have the courage to say to her. Which is kinda mushy.

Dear Mum,

Through the 14 years with me, you've sacrificed your youth. Just for taking care of me. I'm tearing while typing. Although you do complain that you've "wasted" this precious time just for looking after me, and that darned sister, I think it's not really worth it. You've totally lost all contacts with the working world, and even if you want to work now, it's a tall order. Maybe you don't understand what I'm saying. Maybe this is all too cheem for you. But you're not reading. You don't know my blog address either--unless that darned sister of mine tells you. Maybe I'm writing to the wall, to no one, but this is true. 

Mothers are wonderful creatures. I think, no father can do what a mother do. Fathers are all the same--they work and work. Come back home and eat. Then lie down in bed and sleep. This is their daily routine, and even the "houseman" cannot hold a candle to mothers, the multi-tasking, all-rounders two-handed creature. Mothers can cook, look after children while they are toddlers. When they are in the studying stage, some mothers teach them--like what you did to me. They can sacrifice alot just for their children. Their ever mischievous children, who never know how mothers feel. When fathers and children get sick, it's almost all the time that the mothers take care of them. But when mothers get sick, no one takes care of her. But for all the things they've done, they don't complain. Even if they do, they'll speak that softly to themselves. For the 14 years, you've tolerated every nonsense I've did. The sickly, always coughing me has grown up healthily--and now a fatass. Anything I want to tell my father, I tell it through you. Because papa's only scared of you. You intercede for us so we don't get canings from him. So we don't get all the nasty slappings from him. We get one less scar everytime you intercede. Everytime you cane us, it's all because there's nothing else you can ever do. So you cane. But deep down, you feel the excruciating pain--with every stroke that goes down. I'm tearing so much while I type this. I'm really fascinated by mothers' love.

The very thing is, mothers' love is the most powerful of all types of love any children can get. It's a very powerful, but gentle ______. 

For you people out there, it may not be the best thing you ever felt. But to me, it's undescribable.