A promise that doesn't seems to achieved

if you were to keep track of my previous blog posts,

you might remember that I promised to blog stories about my dad.

like the title, I failed to do so.

Had counseling past semester, suggested by my counselor and this is also her way of doing it.

- bring a book, and write about your dad whenever you are reminded of him.

A good and brilliant idea.

I admit, it I were to blog about my father over here,

it will be forever if you ever got the chance to see it.

Moreover, I have to really take care of my grammar and

think countless time before I construct every sentences.

It will be timely, definitely.

And it will be something "modify",

rather than my real and true feeling.

Like how you might guess,

yup, I did what she suggested.

And it works out quite well, I assume.

Some weak points are that, I don't have a proper book instead I wrote it in my planner

and I seem to get teary each time I wrote.

It's quite hard for me to write when I am in train, or some other public place,

to have eyes looking at me as though wondering what's wrong with me.

I am just not comfortable doing it in public. Anyhow, at least there is progress.

Sad to say that I am not always carry that planner around, and I am used to go out as a "free man" - not to bring anything other than hp and wallet.

Maybe I should just get a bag and start doing it.