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I was really quite sick and tired of work, so I claimed my time-off to take a breather. I decided maybe I should visit a bookstore - it is my favourite thing to do whether I am feeling high or low... It is therapeutic after all, I know because I got two books and paid for them at the counter within ten minutes after I stepped into the bookstore. Today has not been the best day but good enough I guess. I just wasn't feeling very well from whatever I ate yesterday or this morning. And so I had a simple croissant and chamomile tea for dinner at Starbucks while I started on one of the books. It was just sad... That I had to stop for a while and look out of the window. I always like the window seat. Speaking of which, that Starbucks has since changed... About 4 years back, I was sitting at the same corner, only difference is it was a couch not a table and chair. I remember having nothing but my android tablet with me and I just kept crying for hours. Today reminded me a little of that d...

Shaun's grandma passed on this week, so BF and I went to attend the wake yesterday. Shaun was his usual self. I have known him for nearly two decades, he has always been a very chill person. But as he narrated how his granny breathed her last breath and left eventually, I knew something stung his heart. I think maybe, we always have that little tinge of regret when someone leaves us. I would say Shaun is our family friend because he comes over every weekend and my mum even wants to acknowledge him as her godson. So my sister was asking me about Shaun and how old his granny was when she left. 73 years old, I said. "Long enough," my sister said. And so the whole day I kept wondering what "long enough" should mean. Is a life considered a worthwhile one because of its length? Or should it be its value? I think we are so used to measuring so many things in quantities, that we hardly consider their quality? I wished Mr. Yeo had lived longer. But in the couple of years...

I think finally, I am getting there.

Last night, I dreamt of that friend again. I thought I would never have such a dream again. So I was wrong. It was the fourth time? It has been a while since he went missing. Nearly three years? Maybe more. Some people seem to have forgotten about him, some ask about him once in a while. I still hope he is safe and sound somewhere in a corner of this world. How are you, friend? Please be fine.