Promise me that there will come a day,

Too much of a whirlwind ride these few days. For Me, For You, For Everyone Else. I'm sorry if I've been a brat to you.

Gotta start recalculating my sights and steps, can't carry on like this forever. Don't know where I should go.

On a lighter note, I've got dates up for running clinic. Should be happy. If going against the wind is the only way out. Got my greatest fear for a second today. Hope it doesn't happen again. I want to do Sports, don't deny me, please.

And I am thankful for loving mothers who, in a bid to spark up her childrens' days and specially suit her childrens' demanding diet, creatively invent fresh new innovative dishes that can never found elsewhere; And caring fathers who selflessly rise up in dark skies and offer to ferry his children to their extremely out-of-the-way institutions, with understanding that they have no frame-of-mind to take those motoring cuboids with a bulk of 'gold' and mind of jumbled alphabets, after a night of exhausting struggle with words.

With all the love in the world, Thank You Mom, and Dad, I Love You.

So tomorrow marks the beginning of I. All the way, NJC-IP'09/10