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Sunday, Jun. 20, 2004 9:21 p.m.

happy father's day!

and happy birthday to grandma!

this week i've been visiting dad in the hospital with my brother every day. dad still looks fine, that's why we had never thought that the problem would be so serious. but of course i prefer him looking healthy.

after visiting dad we two went to tai o to celebrate grandma's birthday. it was untolerably hot and i was dying for a deep long sleep.

i'm tired of going out with my brother every day. ho awkward. we never talk to each other, but i have to stay with him all the time. i'm like his subordinate.

after hearing that dad had this cruel disease, i just wished i could go back to 18 years ago and experience my life together with dad again. after the many unthinking years of secondary school life, i've forgot much about the past. if we really have just half a year more to spend with dad, i would definitely miss him a lot. just like when you are still beginning to enjoy something wonderful, maybe a nice dream, suddenly cut jor, bei goh alarm clock cho sang jor, wui ho sut lok ho mo loi. 19 years are surely not enough.

fortunately, according to mum, dad doesn't have much �o�� as hill has just graduated from the university and i've finished F.7. but he still wish to �ɲM�� after retired, just like any other fathers do.

ho ng seh duc. really. i've never thought my life would be like this.

by the way, has anyone ever thought about reliving his/her life? i.e. starting all over again since you were nothing.

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