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__ Friday, March 06, 2009 ;

A little girl with her daddy.

Every morning, her daddy would bring her to the kindergarten.

On the way there, they would pass by a playground.

Without fail, the little girl would pester her daddy to push her on the swing.

Up in the air, over the trees, towering people and vehicles...

She would feel happy.

A sense of security,

knowing that her daddy will be there for her

no matter how high or low she goes.

Years passed, the swing is gone.

So is her daddy.

But she holds on to the belief,

that one day, she and her daddy will reunite.

And they will be playing on the swing like before.



made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 10:53 PM ;

 

__ Wednesday, March 04, 2009 ;

It has been a long, long time since I last blogged.

It seems like I've lost the drive and interest in blogging.

I don't know when my next post will be.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe few months later, or maybe there will never be one.

But one thing I have to say for sure,

I am currently leading a happy life.

I guess that's what matters most.

Till then.

made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 11:50 PM ;