rest well my friend

I never really knew who he was. I never really talked to him. I never really saw how he looked like. But he vanished and well... another star in the scene gone. Just like Paul. There's a strange kind of sorrow? Displaced and detached. Whilst some are still stunned by the news, the rest of the world still goes on.

R.I.P Wayne 'Thunder' Seah.

If we left our lives now, if we went back the way we came from. What could we have possibly done, what would people have said? Did we leave an impact? Did we make a mark? Did we touch any lives, make a change, start a revolution?

I've been dulled by monotony. Dulled by reality. I feel so jaded that it's a funny feeling be here, alive. What Vivian said was true. His and Paul's passing are a reminder that life shouldn't have been dulled that way. Appreciate what you have. Appreciate before it's gone. Or rather, before you go.

I'll plan something come Friday night. I've not seen la familia in eons and that's purely my fault. Now, there's no reason not to hang and chill with them.

I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of being forgotten. If I do nothing now, I'll end up forgotten. Like a memory.