:: Saturday, June 17, 2006 ::
I was doing some spring-cleaning on my room (read: pig-sty) and stumbled upon some very old photos of mine & my family. Would love to upload them for the whole wide world to witness my past but sorry, Mr Scanner's given up its whole hopes on me.
There, there.. *sobs*
Looking at those memorable photos led me to sometime last year when my father actually spoke about something very, very touching. He said he dreamt of the baby me, and that he assumed he just missed being with me. I thought that was rather heart-wrenching. I know I haven't been as close to him eversince I passed childhood, but I haven't been neglecting him.. or have I?
He played an important role in my life, and still is. He was the one who nurtured me into who I am today, with Mama's help of course. And though there were some blackmarked events in my life, my father still dutifully carried on his duties to sculpt me into someone he wants me to be; someone better. Given my stubborn-ness/hardheaded-ness & my disability to heed to whatever has been preached over & over again, my father never did once gave up on me. And I am ever so thankful.
With that, Happy Father's Day dear Ayah! Though I know he won't be reading this..
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p/s: D, you've updated! But one of your tonggang-langgang entries again. Hrmph! Busuk!
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