I am writing this entry as 13th February is always a special date for me every year. Why is it so important to me?
ANSWER: My lovely mother was born on 13th February 1956.
Every year I will wish her on her birthday but I couldn't remember if I ever buy her anything on her birthday. However, I do remember that I never failed to buy her some souvenir from any place in the world that I've been.
As for this year, I have undergo sort of awkward + sad + bittersweet + heavyhearted feeling as I couldn't wish her anymore on her birthday.
The feelings is becoming more melancholic when I found out that Siddharth; which is one of my classmate during my master degree, has passed away under unnatural circumstances during my mum's supposed to be 53rd birthday. I am not really closed to him, but as a classmate, I do feel sorrow with this loss. In fact, there is a news published about his death in The Hindu.
(the only pic that portrayed only the 2 of us together --> giant ion thrusters, Pisa, Italy, 15th March 2008)
With these two things lingering inside my head, I am writing this entry at 2am bcoz I couldn't sleep and my eyes is full of tears .............
p/s: treasure the one that u love before u lose them so that u will never have the regret in the future.