I know I've written my blog for the day, but I remember, I just had to write this one:

Dad took us out to dinner last night at a Jap restaurant. No special occasion to celebrate, but dad said it's coz we've done with another semester and now we're entering a new one. Some excuse. If I know, it only wants to eat out. Well, who doesn't wanna eat out. So even if mom keeps on complaining about us having to tighten our belts, and inspite of her constant whining of how much we spend and how little money we have. We still went out. I love it when we out out.
Anyways. What's special about that is the thing that hits me as we were eating and as I was sitting across my mom. Mom, was like, am I cerewet? (Indonesian for talkative/noisy) And then dad was like, if your children would only talk more, you'd only start to cry. That moment I felt sorry for my mom. I know I've been wicked this past few years, extra wicked...just letting my mom down, making her feel like she was getting inferior, acting like I know better, that I'm so much smarter now (than she is), so much better, etc, etc, being sarcastic, just disrespectful. And somehow, I saw a glimpse of her pain, what she had to go through every time we stab her with hurtful words, treating her like I am the boss only because I have become, to my opinion, worldly. That moment, my heart melted, and that moment I loved her more. It was a bittersweet revelation. That moment will change my life a little more. I will change a little more. It sound cliche but I'll say it. Just as my dad's the greatest dad in the world, now I know, my mom is just as great...the greatest mom in the world.