I really respect my dad.
Sometimes i just cannot see his love for me, taking it for granted. But just now just by looking at the way he carries Carin, my neice, rocking her to sleep, i can really tell he loves me a lot. Maybe only myself will understand this sentence.
I love my dad!
Nowadays, i always feel like eating ice cream, but at the thought of sis' wedding next month and me slipping into that just-nice-fitting dress, makes me think twice.
Just saw the 3rd NKF show and all the ballerinas looked so graceful and sylph. It makes me wonder if i were to continue with my ballet lessons last time, would i be like them?