After that very minute of breaking down in Marina Bay just now, I'm going to wake up and bring myself to the real world. I'll make myself accept the fact that I'm perhaps a hated person or a person who hate too much to make any friends.

So from this minute onwards, I'm going to drill myself down the hectic schedule booked for my 5 tough projects. Nobody in the class intimidates me, I'll cripple their discriminating judgements they ply on me and show them my forte. Perhaps project work is the only thing I can strive on.

Hmm something is so wrong with me this afternoon, maybe I shouldn't have stayed home. Imaginations run wild on me, and I broke down so easily.

I don't want any hopes for friends anymore. I only need my family and my girl now. No friends are reliable nor trustworthy, they look you up for a particular motive.. Or does that define a friend? I'll learn to stay strong and never weep again in public. I always seem strong, and I will be.