Frankie's father passed away on 30 August 2008. I'm sad but i never cry in the wake. Not to mean that I'm not close to his dad but I can't afford to be weak when he is weaker. Outside he might be strong, deep down, i know that he is bleeding. I do encounter that time myself so i truely understand! I will be there for you. Anytime.

Saturday, I went out with my polyclique to have some shisha fun at some streets near bugis before going to baybeats at Esplanade. I had these big big sandwiches which shock me. So juicy and the feel is SOOOO Marvelous! After we left shisha, i received the message of his father's death. I literally dunno how to reply, i began asking for help from them, i feel that i'm useless and helpless. I called MH, the idiot nv pick up. I began to panic and cannot catch a thing of what my friends are laughing. I even had the urge to cab down until MH called back and said that it will be better to go tomorrow instead then i calmed down. I drank some beers after that with LELE and have supper with Salmah and him at Hongkong's cafe..

We missed the last train back to Ang Mo Kio so Salmah and i took to Pasir Ris for a ride home in my brother's car. So after sending Salmah home, i told my brother about Frankie's father and tears just flowed unknowningly.

So the next few days, i was with him and i'm glad to be there for him.

Frankie, Your O is here. Do take good care of yourself. Dun neglect, dun sad anymore. Advance forward as your Mum is still there for you. Cherish her. She needs you and I need you too. You are not alone. I will walk beside you. If you are tired, i will carry you..

Jeffrey