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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

ok dear ms goh,

i couldn't not cry. i must say i managed quite well during the wake, but i just couldn't help it once i got onto the train and wilder and charis had left too. somehow you did look peaceful, even though you were just lying motionless. and even though you looked so pale, and your face was a little swollen, you still look like the beautiful woman that you are in my eyes. i'm still thinking about you and your funny ways. "oxygen atom plus oxygen atom- DENG! oxygen molecule!"

but most of all, i'm thinking of the time when you were so angry with us that you said if we went to your funeral, you would jump up and scold us. if only scolding us would keep you healthy and keep you alive, i'll take a million scoldings from you everyday.

i know you are in a better place now, where you no longer feel the pain that was constantly with you while you were here. but yet, i can't help but think how unfair it was that you even had to suffer, and how i wish i could talk to you just one more time, face to face.