(Sep 6, 2006)
Sentosa today. 12 people. Did nothing much but it was fun.
But still, some conversations did made me think of him.
But I've promised Uncle that I would not shed another tear for him.

I tried to laugh so hard today. Tried to make myself happy and look normal. Much as I wanted to get over it, I just can't do it. I'm still griefing over his death. A friend; a good friend.

"I meant, you have good friends. Treasure them. They'll be here for you. You don't have to worry about placing worries and problems on them, aight? Because that's what friends are for. Through good and bad, they'll stick through."

"Here's my advice - get over what's happened; start with what you have; make the best of what is to come."

"Life is sucha long marathon that you can't fucking give up and stop running."

Friends had helped me alot this time round. True friends I mean (those who bothered). Without me telling them, they came and asked me. Apparently some read my blog and some was told by others but I still thank them for even PM-ing me on msn or even text me just to see whether I'm fine or not.

"You'll find the most reward right now if you let yourself ignore the external world for at least a little while. Take a long walk, turn off your phone and snuggle up with a good book, or do something else that works best without anyone else involved. Everyone deserves some alone time once in a while. You don't have to consciously use the time to ponder ideas or dig deep into your subconscious (that sounds too much like work!). Instead, just let the time go by, and enjoy the quiet."