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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

that cab driver

i just got home from school.

i'm all tired and worn out.

but i feel i gotta blog this down.

i was on the cab just now, and suddenly this other cab pulled over beside mine.

as i look into the cab. i saw this old driver, yawning.

he looked tired. his face wrinkled. and balding.

i was disheartened and i sympathise with him.

not for reasons such as him being a cab driver. no. i'm not that kinda person.

at that moment, i made a promise to myself.

that i will earn enough money in the future,

and never ever let my parents tire themselves out like that.

it would be the time they enjoy as i provide for their needs.


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