Friday, August 12
jean is bathingggg. she says my blisters are really quite bad. hah! see i was not being
that melodramatic after all. they hurt less now. less exruciating, more plain painful.
shit nose feels weird. poor jean. i hope she doesn't fall sick.
thinking of.. people. non-fwah. i remember getting chris's email and crying when i saw her pictures cos i miss her smile so much. and just now when we were watching the video the sa people made for van, i felt my heart hurt a little because i missed everyone so much.. crazy emm.. jinghui.. and joankang, that irrepressible waver.
i'm still in love with the alchemist. like that should be very surprising huh. pity jean. i burnt it into a cd cos i knew i wouldn't be able to live without it. but she isn't complaining.. yet. maybe she can't hear. *shrugs*
i think i have to stop breathing or jean'll fall sick. her keyboard is spoilt. the j's don't turn out nicely. i think she uses that key too often. hurhur. slept in the sickbay today. went to sleep looking relatively human and woke up looking like tweety. i give up.
trying to earn your love is like trying to learn the art of alchemy.
i have so much to say, but i'm not sure how to say it. have you ever tried to find the words but they don't come out right?
my worst fault isn't that i'm proud. it's that i'm a jealous person. that's worse, isn't it? i look at her, and i wonder if i'm being replaced. don't tell me i'm not; i can't believe you. i know i'm replacable, i'm expandable, and i wonder just when this expiry date will come.
chris i wish you were here.
it must've been love.
10:38 pm
xoxo
