It's already the 8th day that she went off and i'm still not accepting the fact well..why is this so? gosh its like when i'm eating my granny's porridge i'll think of you..when its at night i think of how u chase me off to bed...when its about 5 am i'll naturally wake up and think about what had happened in the ICU ward...i'm goin for band practice tomorrow..but i'm reluctant to see and empty seat beside our family on that day..i'm so not use to my life now..i have to one to call when i wanted to buy something...when i go out..no one is gonna call and ask me where am i...