Another Years Gone..

You know how fast time flies when you've been in university for two years and now being in the final year.

Yesterday was like the day moving into university and today you're unpacking, moving into another new place for the last time (at least for my undergraduate studies).

This brings me back to the whole aim of this post, ie: a dedication to my mum, cause I know she'd find time to read this blog, to check on me; despite the fact that I might be too busy/lazy to get it up.

Let me just show off about my mum, she's great for many many reasons. Recently with the passing of my grandmum, the sheer dedication she had, she'd never feel tired making trips and I mean long distances since Kajang is never ever near anywhere just to take care of my grandmother! That's one.

Apart from that, this year was rather different. I realized towards the end that I've spent quite a short time in Malaysia. Unlike before where I was traveling for a month max and then being around home either bumming or doing up an internship. This year around was less. Towards the last few days at home, I suddenly missed being around the family. I've never quite had the feeling of being unhappy of letting go. Very often I can just let things go and move on without the burden. As bad as it sounds, I mean I've been strong most of the time and this was a feeling never felt before.

Even on the fact that my parents did not stay long in Oxford when they first sent me here. I did not feel much even when they left immediately after I unpacked.

This links to another thing that I really really appreciate my mum for. I know I may not look appreciative or what BUT the moment I reach like the UK and when I unpack those stuff. I would see how nicely arranged they were! Those shirts and duvet covers/bed sheets. Man. That's when you know you have the best best best mum ever.

The questions that she'd ask you like, you wanna bring instant curry over this time? You wanna bring this? Bring that? Despite the fact that she was so busy with my late grandmother.

I mean mum, these are the small/big things that you've done and I really really thank you for that and I love you. Getting old is nothing, you had always looked the same may it be 10, 15 years ago. I cant say 20 because I would be too young to remember and I would be lying if I said 20! That's besides the point.

You know, the everlasting love and care I would repay. You will get your sports car in a few years. ;)

With much love and regret for not calling earlier. Happy Birthday Mum!! I LOVE YOU!

ps: no pictures either SINCE I do not have internet at home and currently in uni just for the internet!