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Monday, August 20, 2007
5:21 PM

i remember the time when dad would scold me when i came home late, especially during my secondary school years.. i could actually reach later than night time but the only thing is, i have to tell dad about it.. although he say that, i just find it hard to tell.. he was a fierce person, nobody would want to see him angry..

although he is my dad, it took me years to build up my strength to face him and voice out.. imagine, he is my dad but i still had diff just voicing out..