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__ Wednesday, February 20, 2008 ;

After talking to someone, I realised something.


I still miss my father so much.


As much as I try to keep myself busy to distract myself,


memories of him continue to linger around.


I don't talk much about him because the wounds are still fresh.


Though it's been more than a year since his passing on,


it hurts even till now.


I wonder where he is now.


Everyone tells me he's in a better place with God and I want to believe it.


I can't wait for the day to reunite with him again.


I know he wants me to graduate from university and have a decent job.


That's why I'm studying hard,


to fulfil his dreams for me.


Daddy, Happy Birthday in advance. I don't visit you often at the colobarium because I still can't stop crying when I see your photo. I hope you know that I still do love you and think of you everyday. I miss your presence at home. =(

made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 7:08 PM ;