Furious.

Very angry.

I just wish someone can use a shotgun and blast me away.

At my desk in the office, just had my lunch.

Got to know a friend recently, and have been talking online quite frequently.

Don't really know what to make out of him.

He speaks, but he confuses me. Can't exactly make out what is his real meaning.

When he says 'A', sometimes I'd get the feeling of 'Z'.

Maybe I'm too sensitive.

Maybe as what others have told me, 9/10 of a guy's words can be trusted.

Time for a quick nap.

Yu.

Though it is easier said than done, death is part of life. My condolence goes towards Tiffany. Sis, cheer up too.

In truth, I often think about how death feels. Will you know that you're gone? Do you actually have a soul? Will your soul sees your body, like how movies always potray? I have no idea. But I fear death. Not because of dying, but because of the limited time I have in life.

The passings of Grandpa and Linda has taught me lessons of life. Life goes on even after death. There's no use in crying and lamenting on ''what ifs''.

I still squabble with my brother as always, being a nuisance to my parents, especially to mommy, who frequently complains: BE LIKE A LADY!
But at the end of the day, no matter how much anger I've, I'll tell them I love them.

Time is limited. Do what your heart desires. If not, the opportunity slips before you know it.

Ling, now you know why I always nag at you for attendance in gatherings?

Love,
Yu