ALL I HAVE TO DO IS DREAM

after having been beaten down once too many times, i've become afraid to dream.

when once i could see my life 10 years from now, i now refuse to even look beyond the next month.

because the past has shown me how things could turn in a month...and my world came crashing down then.

in spite of my experiences, i have friends who want to see me soar.

they encourage me to keep dreaming.

and offer help of all sorts to aid in my dream-making.

so if i didn't do it for me, i did it for them.

for their time spent on the mess of me.

for their tears, hugs and handshakes.

for the occasional msn note of "i will always remember you singing 'you've got a friend' at camp".

and for nudging me forward into a budding relationship.

i have a lot to be thankful for.

my eulogy would read very differently now than it did when i first wrote it at 18.

because now, i have enough hope to keep me dreaming for a long time to come.

it's like a sling shot: you get pulled all the way down.

but from that, you gain enough momentum to propel yourself all the way to oblivion.

simon, waihwang, eric, shingling, weirong, daphne.

thank you for giving me the strength to dream.

ycsog.

thank you for not giving up on me.

elmie, ernie and cookie.

sis loves you.

come home soon, you guys.