I may not be the fruit of your womb,
but you already like my own parent.
My second parent to be exact.
You didn't just teach me
ABC nor 123,
or y=mx+c,
or the Pascal's Principle,
or the locomotion of earthworms,
or C2H4 is ethene.
You teach me more than that.
You teach me how to be a better person.
You teach me about life, love and many more.
I may rebel sometimes.
I may skip your classes and didn't do the work.
Even worse, I may talk bad about you behind you.
But just so you know,
no matter if its big or little what you've taught me,
long or short period,
wherever I go,
I'll remember what you did to me.
Each and bits of it.
Thank you, teachers!
Happy Teacher's Day
1300/18-05-2009
Monday, 18 May 2009
Monday, 11 May 2009
*Mother's Day
I may not be as good as before.
I may not the perfect daughter.
I may disobey you sometime.
I may dislike you sometime.
But whatever it is, whenever it is, wherever it is,
you're my and only mother.
From the bottom of my heart, I love you.
Happy Mother's Day, Umi.
0945/11-05-2009
I may not the perfect daughter.
I may disobey you sometime.
I may dislike you sometime.
But whatever it is, whenever it is, wherever it is,
you're my and only mother.
From the bottom of my heart, I love you.
Happy Mother's Day, Umi.
0945/11-05-2009
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