was going through the gallery of my motorola v3 that patrick have borrowed some months back and saw the photo that dad and I took during his treatment days, my heart aches badly. so bad that I just don't feel like doing anything.

somehow things are pretty much the same as I still feel that dad is still around, only till times where I see his photos during the treament days. but I just can't cry to ease the pain.

I miss my dad and wish that he can at least give me dreams to let me know how he is going through.