i was about to bathe when dad came home.

he asked, eh mummy come home already not?

no i said.

then she got call?

no leh, i said again.

die la means something wrong already.

gosh my dad did freak me out and throughout my entire bath i was thinking of all the possible scenarios. maybe my mum got into a car accident on the way back from malacca? maybe she got robbed? maybe she's stranded? i realised i was worried for my mum, hasn't happened for a long time.

then i came out from my bath and walked in and out of my room a few times, questioning my dad. he was sitting on the sofa staring into space, guess he was worried too. and then i decided to call uncle damian and to my great relief, my mum was ALIVE and SAFE. then on the phone i said, mum i thought you got kidnapped and got sold away. she didn't hear me, but dad did, and he was am-chioing. simple acts of love, really warmed up my heart. couldn't see these kinda things happening in the past, praise God.

dad loves mum, and dad loves me too. i could remember in the past we hardly talked, and even if we said stuff to each other, it would have been loud and shouty and all. but i just cherish the moments i spend with dad now, even just talking about the small small little stuff that's been going on. at dinner it was me and him. he ate very little and went to wash his plate, claiming that he'd have food later outside. but in actual fact he wanted me to have more. when i was in my room, he poured a bowl of bobochacha for me, even though he could have finished it by himself. we sat outside watching the telly together, and just looking at him smile at the show, makes me feel happy. i cherish these moments. i do. praise God again.

i'm thinking about stuff now. singing to the strumming of the guitar, thinking bout now, thinking bout tmr, thinking bout promos, thinking bout the future, thinking bout you.

i wonder how it'll turn out, really i wonder.

let God decide.

Lately I have had this strangest feeling,
with no vivd reasons here to find.
Yet the thought of losing's been hanging, round my mind...
Far more frequently you're wearing perfume,
with you say, "No special place to go"
But when I ask will you be coming back soon,
you don't know, never know.

Well, I'm a man of many wishes,
I hope my premonition misses,
but what I really feel, my eyes won't let me hide,
cause they always start to cry.
cause it's time could mean goodbye.

Lately I've been staring in the mirror,
very slowly picking me apart.
Tryin' to tell myself I have no reason, with your heart.
Just the other night while you were sleeping,
I vaguely heard you whisper someone's name.
But when I ask you of the thoughts you're keeping,
you just say, nothing's changed.

Well, I'm a man of many wishes,
I hope my premonition misses,
but what I really feel, my eyes won't let me hide,
cause they always start to cry.
cause it's time could mean goodbye.

i was about to bathe when dad came home.

he asked, eh mummy come home already not?

no i said.

then she got call?

no leh, i said again.

die la means something wrong already.

gosh my dad did freak me out and throughout my entire bath i was thinking of all the possible scenarios. maybe my mum got into a car accident on the way back from malacca? maybe she got robbed? maybe she's stranded? i realised i was worried for my mum, hasn't happened for a long time.

then i came out from my bath and walked in and out of my room a few times, questioning my dad. he was sitting on the sofa staring into space, guess he was worried too. and then i decided to call uncle damian and to my great relief, my mum was ALIVE and SAFE. then on the phone i said, mum i thought you got kidnapped and got sold away. she didn't hear me, but dad did, and he was am-chioing. simple acts of love, really warmed up my heart. couldn't see these kinda things happening in the past, praise God.

dad loves mum, and dad loves me too. i could remember in the past we hardly talked, and even if we said stuff to each other, it would have been loud and shouty and all. but i just cherish the moments i spend with dad now, even just talking about the small small little stuff that's been going on. at dinner it was me and him. he ate very little and went to wash his plate, claiming that he'd have food later outside. but in actual fact he wanted me to have more. when i was in my room, he poured a bowl of bobochacha for me, even though he could have finished it by himself. we sat outside watching the telly together, and just looking at him smile at the show, makes me feel happy. i cherish these moments. i do. praise God again.

i'm thinking about stuff now. singing to the strumming of the guitar, thinking bout now, thinking bout tmr, thinking bout promos, thinking bout the future, thinking bout you.

i wonder how it'll turn out, really i wonder.

let God decide.

Lately I have had this strangest feeling,
with no vivd reasons here to find.
Yet the thought of losing's been hanging, round my mind...
Far more frequently you're wearing perfume,
with you say, "No special place to go"
But when I ask will you be coming back soon,
you don't know, never know.

Well, I'm a man of many wishes,
I hope my premonition misses,
but what I really feel, my eyes won't let me hide,
cause they always start to cry.
cause it's time could mean goodbye.

Lately I've been staring in the mirror,
very slowly picking me apart.
Tryin' to tell myself I have no reason, with your heart.
Just the other night while you were sleeping,
I vaguely heard you whisper someone's name.
But when I ask you of the thoughts you're keeping,
you just say, nothing's changed.

Well, I'm a man of many wishes,
I hope my premonition misses,
but what I really feel, my eyes won't let me hide,
cause they always start to cry.
cause it's time could mean goodbye.