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Sunday, March 29, 2009




Woke up at 4.30am change and leave house immediately to pray to my dad. Yup correct is the time of the year of Qing Ming Jie. I was super exhausted from the lack of sleep since i only slept for 2 hours and the long journey to pray to my dad, when we reach there and my mom start to take out the things as she was preparing the stuff I was looking at my dad picture and one thing that keep coming into my head is "wow, dad it's been 4 years!" and i could never forgot that day which is 24/04 the day he passed away. By thinking of this tears almost roll out from my eyes but as usual I keep holding on to it, even now it seems that it's going to flow out anytime but I still holding on to it.

Dad,

Today is the first time when both kor and i finally come together and pray to you. I'm sorry that i always make you angry, and sorry for the hurtful words and the attitude towards you. It was causes by lack of communication i say. Sorry that i didn't do my part as a daughter should do.


Wil,

Once again I couldn't help but cried infront of my friends again when they asked me why am i still not quitting. As i told them the reason tears are flowing out from my eyes non stop. I still can't let it go.... I need someone, someone to pull me out of this miserable. Thinking of you everyday every min and every sec can be a torture to me, sometimes.


6:49 PM