:: Follow The Voice In Your Heart ::

We are the keepers of our own heart.

So what is it about following the voice in your heart?

Some hear the voice but are deaf to it...

Some listen too much to the voice in their head,

they ignore the one in their heart.

So just what is it about following the voice in your heart?

Just ask the keeper of this blog...

The keeper of her own heart.

*the keeper*

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:: Xuanwan ::
:: 12/09/84 ::
:: NUS undergrad ::
:: FASS ::

*loves *

:: my family ::
:: andrew ho ::
:: badminton ::
:: bubble tea ::
:: babies ::
:: singing ::
:: sleeping ::
:: slacking ::
:: surprises ::

*moodswings *

*wishlist *

~~:: finish the whole series of Sex & The City ::~~
~~:: to enjoy whatever modules I'll be doing next sem ::~~
:: not be kicked out of NUS and have to go sell bubble tea ::
:: rid the world of nasty jerks ::
~~:: to get out of boring S'pore for holiday! ::~~

Monday, July 25, 2005

I received this sms frm a fren this morning, about this other friend of ours. His dad passed away this morning. I didn't know what to say when I read the msg... he must be feeling damn terrible now. And just now I was watching this family serial I'm following on scv, the father of the 5 kids passed away 4 years ago but their uncle and auntie only let them know about it now. And then they showed the kids this video their dad left for them before he passed away cos of some sickness. And then I couldn't take it anymore I hid myself in the toilet and cried...

And now it's almost 2pm but my dad is still at home, his lunch break ends at 2pm but always uses this time to buy lunch back for me. And then I asked him why he still haven go work yet... he said, "to protect you mah!". I know he's just joking... he definitely did not take leave today... but still... I feel lyk crying again. Aaargh. My dad is so much a part of my life I cant imagine not having him around at all. I always have my obiang tumbler when I go for my dance practices... but none of the times I made the honey myself. My dad always has the tumbler of icy cold honey nicely made for me when I'm going for my practices. I'm having a bad sore throat now and I'm hugging my tumbler everywhere I go in the house... of cos, my dad made the honey again. And he puts up with my tantrums too... He always wakes up much earlier than the whole family to make breakfast for us before driving each and every one of us to school... lyk all 4 corners of the island. He always trys to pick me up wherever I am after I meet my friends for dinner at night... some of my friends' parents sleep early and wun be affected that their daughter have not return home, but my dad can never go to sleep before I come home... and on days he cant come to fetch me home at night, he'll make sure either himself or my bro will be at the void deck waiting for me to come home. I really hope everyone of us can treasure the people around you now... cos you never know when it'll be too late.

And now I asked my dad again how come he haven go off to work... he said,"Oh so you want to drive me out of the house la? Ok lor... den I go out lor."

Is he kidding? I will never want to drive my dad away ... ever.

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* xuan * listened
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