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Thursday, Jul. 29, 2004 1:25 a.m.

dad went to the hospital on monday. mum, hill and i visited him together at night. i was irritated by mum's manner. so i �­� for the whole night and did not say a word to anyone.

when we left the hospital mum scolded me for my attitude. she said i looked like an outsider. i just stood there and did nothing. she said i was cold-blooded.

we visited dad again this morning. now he looks much much older. the finger tips are dark-coloured. once he got tight muscles on the legs, but now his legs look much thinner.

he came home with us. the chemotherapy didn't work. the tumouor has grown. he'll try chinese medicine.

i can't look at him in the eyes. more often i look at his balding head from a distance when he's sleeping on the sofa.

i've been sitting too much recently. have bachache again. �±w�a. mum will scold me for sitting all day long, but who is the one who doesn't let me go out?

heard that mrs lee is collecting ��ǧ@�~ from students. gonna meet her in school tomorrow and discuss my work together. hopefully i can produce something great.

by the way, tako and i are going to watch the meteor shower on 12/8~

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