*`*Awww, doesn't it look cute?..hehehe. I just felt like posting it.

*`*Learn to appreciate your mothers.

I was dumstrucked with what i read in that text message from mom, i can't stop crying that even my classmates noticed it. Even on my way home from school, i still continued as i sleep. She always makes me cry even from a single scold ever since i was a child (infact still i am). She always strucks the weak side of me, leaving me on my knees and cry. We were talking about chores at home, like doing the laundry. But i declined in doing those things. but she said in that text message.

'Don't feel that i want to make things hard for you, anak. Skills like these will be very useful as you traverse this college of life. Learning and appreaciating the value of hard work are virtues that will serve you well, now, tomorrow, and in the future when you will be on your own without me by your side. Remember these words from your loving mom. I love you very much, anak.'

But she wasn't scolding me at all, she was expressing her unconditional love to me. I cried and i cried, 'What kind of daughter am i? Why did i not realize that she still care? Why did i avoid her in times of her heed?' Realizing that i have grown a day older but still feeling young at heart, i still need my mother by my side. I can't go on, i'm also crying as i tap on this..sniff.sniff... Maybe when i'm in college, i might stay here in Dagupan just to stay close to my mom who love me & my brother so dearly. Now i understand what its like to let go of their mom, that no matter what we became or how distant we are to them, they love us so much. Love you mom!

*`*It Used to be by Melanie Christy Bacareza

It used to be --
That my name filled your heart
That I filled your thoughts;
It used to be --
That you even serenaded me
Your face always with a smile
Your eyes beaming and all aglow.

But now you’ve changed
Wherefore is the warmth of your love?
The one you promised would never end?

Wasn’t it that you always seemed to sense
The fragrance of flowers, the sway of the wind;
Wasn’t it that you used not to care
The ticking of the clock as time flew by . . .
Enamored as you were.
But now the ardor and sweetness of your love has gone
Oh, do you still have need of my love?

It used to be --
That my word was your shelter and strength
That made you unwavering amidst trials;
It used to be --
That you always spoke of me to friends
With much warmth and enthusiasm
Why is it that it has now turned so cold?

You don’t know it but I am hurting
Ever since you disregarded my love
Come near me, for I am waiting
Oh, I am waiting . . . .

-Dear Lord, I was blinded by a deceitful world
Forgive me.
From now on, this life of mine I offer to Thee
Make use of me, just like before
The way it used to be,
The way it should be.