Nights...

Nights often bring nostlagia, the cool breeze, the quiet surroundings. I walked home tonight with much thoughts. The night was cool, yet tasted a tad bitter, a little like beer. The way, it's cool yet a little bitter, reminds me of hoegaarden, of which it's been long since I last had one. Mum often says that, people drink beer after a whole day of work to cool down their body. I like my beer, chilled. ^^

Tonight, I miss several things.
I miss dad. The times that I can hide behind him when I'm frighten. The times he would drive me to eat supper. The many mornings I would wake him up just to bring me to eat the very delicious porridge. The times that I cry and whine to get my way. I miss his voice too, the way he laugh so heartily, the way he sings, and we would sing together. The way he would hold my hand and we will walk together, his hand always so big and warm....and he is always proud of me...

I miss mugging with abe laboriel on my mp3 at forum macs. I should've picked up that habit earlier. Mugging on it's own, is a very thereapeutic experience...perhaps, like my CT said, it came a little too late...

I miss making hammy chong angry when I misbehave, how she tried so hard to lure me to school. Coz the look on her face is one of a kind. Or shoud I say priceless...

However, as I'm growing up, this are the things that I'm moving on from. They have become has beens and I need to move on to other things. Pursuing new dreams.... I had prayed for a clearer direction and calling....and now, it's time to listen more to the heart...and to Him of coz...

I wonder, how HE looks like, when I make him angry. Does he ever frown at me or clap for me?

Debbie Chong claps for me, and it encourages me.