After 3 days of mourning, tearing and recollecting, I think I've overcame more than 50% of grief, slowly recovering and regenerating. It's especially so when a few souls visited me over the past few days, when encouraging messages were left and sent, and after a cool hair cut by shark's fin. Thank you all for your care and concern, at least I know that I'm not alone. Slowly but surely, I'll be stronger.

Yeah, there's still a void waiting to be filled... Called Dad just now, he told me not to worry coz he'll take care of everything. He asked me to study hard and not to think too much. He's probably afraid that I'll be overly affected, so much so that he even asked me not to return.

"To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, And a time to die;
A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill, And a time to heal;
A time to break down, And a time to build up;
A time to weep, And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain, And a time to lose;
A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
A time to tear, And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;
A time to love, And a time to hate;
A time of war, And a time of peace."