Assumptions should have been made;
Words should have never been trusted.
Belief should have never been thought to exist;
Who and what instilled our minds with such hopes.

Time heals, but what do we do to fill up those empty spaces?

Time passes, personality changes.
Some things are like a cup of hot coffee, gradually turning cold.
Where do people go from here?

Actions change, words different;
Is a glass half empty or half full?
How do people take it in from here?

The red and the gray do not agree.
Who shall we heed?
This is not how it is supposed to be.




Anyway, Dad made a new table rule. Anyone dining on it must speak mandarin if you're chinese. He said we should be proud of who we are.
Also, bought a set of matching towels with "Best Mum" and "Best Dad" embroidered on them. Think ma and pa-poo will look adorable drying themselves with them. Hee hee hee.

I want to turn back time.

(By the way, I deleted my previous posts. So shall start from fresh again here.)