the first encounter of witnessing the cremate.
its was a moment of reminiscing, and regret.
scences of grandpapa pampering me with money,
or when i sit on his lap as he count his money,
and how reluctant i was to go visit him because i was just too caught up with sch.
to think that i cannot sacrify an hour or so to go over to the block opp?
what kind of granddaughter am i?
i could only ask for God's embrace, forgiveness,
its no use now cause the dead cannot return.
AH GONG...

forgive my curses and swears about my dad,
cause i love u daddy..

pls for the sake of this family,
retain ur current self and dun indulge into alcohol anymore pls.
i want to see the u when u're carrying me when i fall,
i want to see the u when u prepared the ginseng tea for me, though how much i dislike the smell,
i want to see the u when u reprimand ur sister, to give her strength when she was all weak and devastated.
i want to see the u that even when u are trapped outside with no key, u only answer nicely to mum even when she threw her temper.
i want to see the you when u joke to me bout taking ur $ but u generously gave still.
daddy pls for this family...


people, when is the last time u thank you parents?
i only realised it through the lost of my grandpap..

baby. i still cannot tolerate the things that im perturbed about.
but im awaken by the fact that anyone will *** and that i do not want to live to regret.
i love you but it does not mean that u're indispensable.
remember what i asked u last nite and u failed to give me an explanation?
i could just turn back and leave noe?
i just need u to be more honest, and frank and truthful about ur stuff.
can u?