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    Sunday, May 14, 2006 ▪ 5/14/2006 01:45:00 PM
    Ch 45: HapPy MuMmY~ DaY

    HaPpIe MoThEr'S DaY!
    To my mom, my Ah ma n all the moms in this world.
    Not forgetting our dearest Ah Bu at Genting
    I called my mom the first thing I woke up. I guess she was a bit stunned by the crazy phone call. Then she calmly ask me where's her present. I just said," Your present is me! Haha... Someone to call you mom and you have one more festival to celebrate. "
    Actually I should ask her to ask her present from her son. He will never remember all this. I think being a mom your worry is forever. No matter how well your children had perform or how badly.. you sure have something to worry about. For instance, a millionaire's mom will worry if the son sleep enough or will someone rob the son. So dont think that your mom will stop worrying the day you grow up. Or dont feel you are causing too much trouble just because you are not prefect in any way. It is inherent that they will worry. This shows their motherly instinct. But of course dont create such a big trouble like commiting crime. Other than that, I think it will be fine. :) Nevertheless, I believe they will be so proud of you no matter what you have became. I think you guys will not feel it as your parents are still young. For me, Haiz... I called it the graducation ceremony. I fail my O levels English (yeah.. despite the fact that I study them for 10 over years), an average student with all the Cats and Dogs. It is worse for my brother. My mum will never fail to show us off to the neighbours or anyone she know. All you need to do is to smile. :) Yes. Just smile.
    To my mom:
    Hey thanks for the decision to marry my dad. Without that decision, I guess there will not be my brother and me. Next, thanks for giving birth to me. I know it is painful. But despite the shouting and yelling, I am born. Thanks for scolding, nagging and the restless nights. I really appreciate them. But please dont nag anymore! Lastly, Happy mother's day. I will continue to create trouble so that you have something to do in your life. Cheers~
    From your daughter
    Juan