Decisions.. decisions...

Many of those I took alone,
you always pushed me to be on my own,
watching over in silence,
waving your support from distance,
sometimes warn me of all the risks to be known.

I never told you if I was scared,
always let you see how much i dared,
how i wanted you to be proud of me, dad
even sometimes it made me mad,
i never could tell if you really cared.

You are the father i always adore,
in my heart you'd stay that way forevermore,
tho in all honesty i felt deep inside,
I've lost you long before you died,
your death just opened that grieve door.

Papa, today I think about you,
while i am weighing about what to do,
I really wish for my childhood dad,
who'd bring me away from any bad,
and show me which is the right view.

why dont you steal a peek on destiny's book up there
and tell me what I should do, papa
Im tired making my own decisions when the whole universe seems to work against it.

One thing i (don't really) want the world to know about me ..

is that i really really like this guy,

who could write and sing songs that makes me high,

sometimes even cry or hum along the happy beat,

cheering with my tapping feet,

and drawn to heart-melting words as sweet as pie.

yeah i love Phil Collins!!

.. this one reminds me when you took me to the cinema, papa..

.. and i cried on this Tarzan's song ..

40 days ...

It's 40 days since you're gone,
this morning i watched the dawn,
whispering my little prayer,
hope you like it up there,
hope someday again we'll share tea and scone.

enjoy and rest well, papa ...
please do let mama and tante S know that I miss them so

Papa...

I remember those days when,
for hours we watched those videos of swordsmen.
The days when i was the luckiest little girl,
carried on your back for a fun whirl,
you were my hero back then.

Years and miles away today,
they just said you've gone away,
the world just stood still awhile,
and agony crept like a reptile,
with memories as sweet as sundae.

why didnt we get to say goodbye, papa...