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♡ Those enduring memories
Wednesday, June 4, 2008, 3:04 PM
Quite long since I last post. Because of you non-human.
Shall not quarrel for you for the moment... Getting too much from you. I just dip into the pool yesterday for a couple of hours of coaching my brat sister swimming. MG, it takes her hours before she dared to pluck the courage to dive, at least. But trying as maximum as possible for her to at least breathe in water.

The 1m deep clear chlorine pool had fill my day...
Just as I go back to the past when once I was in p5, learning basic swimming with my schoolmates. Though the swimming training session were a brief one, it was really deep in memories. The moments when someone(s) left out tears due to fear of height in water. Remembering the moments when we succeed in certain areas.... How I missed those moments but it's now history and should be kept in the archives.