"This is a story about a gurl name lucky."- Britney Spears

Lucky Angie. Lucky gurl.
So lucky of her to have a handful of supportive friends at her weakest times; when she couldn't even stand to face another day. Now she's fine. Better at least. It's time for her to take notice of every cheery scene around her, & to appreciate every little thing everyone had done for her. Earth after all still goes round even though it seemingly stopped in her eyes. From now on, è earth will start animating in her world again & she'll be working hard towards è bubbly soul she used to be. It's time to stop gazing at MaoMao's favorite spot in è kitchen; time to stop bringing up her name- with tears in her eyes. It's time to move on.

Forget è world u thought u've known

I hate è sheepish 'so-what-if-ur-pet-died' tone. What's worst is è 'follow-up', which they tried darn hard to brush off è topic like as if I'll spoil their holidays. I think it's pretty callous of u though I'm not expecting ur sympathy. U call urself my good friend but it seemed so tough for u to ask something as simple as "Are u feeling okay?" When I'm my usual self who can entertain u 24 per 7, I'm ur dear friend; but poof, u'll be gone in a flash like as if 'I'm shattered' are two powerful magic words. Friendship is beginning to fit into è word 'contemptuous' now. Thanks to u. & I used to think I could count on u. Yep I mentioned use to. If u can bring urself to discriminate me for being so obsessed over my pet & getting so super upset over è loss of it, I'm pretty sure u haven't kept a pet in ur entire life; or to put it in a cruder way, u prolly enjoy abusing it. That takes away ur right to criticize so u better farking shut ur filthy mouth.

Keep ur mouth shut if u were to open it just to tell me how clean è kitchen is now without MaoMao. Why don't u & that younger daughter of urs get rid of ur bad habit of messing up è living room first before u make such an unfair comment? Guess what? U killed my motivation in trying to get over my grief each time u mentioned that. "Hey, don't u find our house much cleaner after MaoMao died?" is not something that'll make me feel better. & Stop stringing that questions with lots of "Hor?-s" behind it cos u can't farking convince me to agree with that. Stop it. Stop ur nonsense. I'll rather u shun topics regarding MaoMao then to repeatedly speak unconstructively to rip open my healing wounds.

Appreciation

I grateful for è effort u guys put in to make me feel better & to protect me from tears.

On è way to supper in Tioman::
(Everyone's looking into a Kampong looking dim-lit hut when Jovan suddenly gasp & pulled me away.)

Me: Ay what?
Jovan: Nothing just go.
(At his point of time Alvin & Wenyan turns pale too)
Me: Ay what?? Tell me leh, what did u all see? *Gazes into the hut*
Jovan: *pulling me away frantically* Don't look, just go!
Me: *Turns to Alvin & Wenyan* Ay tell me leh, I very curious!
Wenyan: Nothing nothing. Don't look.
Alvin: Now better don't say.
(& I'm pretty convinced that they might have seen something 'unclean', so I shut up in è end)

Guess what? È ghost in è hut is actually a rabbit in which they don't want me to see. I'm so darn touched after I learn about this. Haha, good coordination. Just how sweet can my friends get?

Thanks Cheryl, for ur comfort though we're away from each other.
Thanks Ning, I appreciate ur offer to come over to my place before we left for Tioman to accompany me.
Thanks Alvin, for putting away ur usual joker self to advice me not to think too much.
Thanks Wenyan, for calling even if it means hearing me sob over è phone.
& Thank u Jovan, for wasting ur handphone bill on me, giving me è best & longest solace u can. Oh yep, not forgetting ur touching dedication for MaoMao. U're great.

All of u are great.
I'll get over everything soon. Watch me.