mothers day

Your mother is always with you...
She's the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from,
your first home...
She's the map you follow
with every step that you take.

i crept out of bed at 4 ths morning without anyone noticing. with my pyjama on, i tip-toed down to the kitchen, managed to turn on the lights without tripping onto anytg. i got excited because for the 1st time, i was all alone in the silent dark hours when no cars engine, nobody's voice or even the sound of the spinning fan could be heard. super awkward silents.

anyways, i started picking up my ingredients from the refrigerator and cupboards. i did as what i studied from the instructions of a choco-chip cookie recipe i found in the net. add,add,add. mix,mix,mix. stir,stir,stir. more or less like that.

lots of mistake, lack of time (i need to leave my house for church at 8). story cut short, my cookie was a success anyways. my mom actually thinks that it tasted not-bad (: