“Goodbye Song” was for Jai, it was something that I should be ashamed about because I was unapologetically unaware and insensitive.
“I Wrote This” started out as a poem written at the back of a taxi on my way back home from work. It was Valentine’s, and it was raining. I set it to song the next day. When I first wrote it, I wasn’t thinking of anything. I was just staring out of the window of the taxi, and as it passed Sunway Pyramid I saw lovers walking hand in hand and flower girls selling expensive bouquets to guys who would want to profess their undying love to their ladies.
A few days later I thought of a someone that I haven’t thought about in a long time. For some reason, later that day the phone rang and it was him. He said, he felt old. I remember saying, 33 is not old. He said, you don’t know how I feel. I feel stupid and helpless and small. I didn’t know how to respond to that. It was an awkward conversation, with an awkward person… sometimes I wonder about the little coincidences in life if it’s not God’s way of telling me I should stop and listen every once in a while.
I am 33 today, and I still don’t know how he feels. I’m going to sleep now. It has been a night without sleep and I am too old to stay up this long.