Move on....

May be i started my journey too ealy. I always look back at the live i used to have at Kampar. Wondering if i'm the only one that have change. Sometime when my live here is too tiring i will think that may be i should go back to the live that go out with MDBC, bark with them, and so on. That weekend, without my gf, i had a visit to the place i used to hang out when i was at Kampar.

Surprisingly, most of the things change, it is no longer the place i knew. What was leaved - only memories, the lake i liked is now a land, the path that i walked now is a place that i'm no longer familiar with. I suddenly realised that i should move on, there is no need for me to stay with the memories that i have. New live is awaiting. I am relieved. I am on the correct path. I am ready to move on further. Then the news came, once again, a surprise- the death of my father. I was stunned. The scene that i have seen in the T.V came alive. I never imagine my father will end up in this way. He is a careful driver, a careful motorcyclist. Yet, accident still happen. I knew that i will never know how the accident happen, i can't reason his death. It made me more difficult to accept it. He died in a horrible way, i can't imagine what will happen to my mum if she saw him in this situation(She was outside when i was asked to recognise my father's body). Lucikily thanks to forensic, they actually sew back my father's head.

I cut my hair. It is very short now, he liked my hair short. Now i have to move on. Live become more difficult without his helps. One thing i know is nomatter how hard i try, one of my dream has gone forever.