Fridays are always nice, because I get to go home. Happy times. But then obviously, for the past few weeks, I'm always crying every Friday. No, no...Not feel so touched till I cry. Is... Feel so depressed till I cry. Nay....ya, coz of one person.

ANGELA KWAN you lucky lucky LUCKY girl!! Man, you're always so lucky...Apart from the hi-hi guy, that is. But ur even luckier on the point that you have things to reply to. I never de. Sad right... Everytime I write letter, nobody reply de... Very sad. Not like you lorh! You write, got ppl reply, den you reply, den he reply... Wah... Jealous lorh. You lucky lorh. Not like me. Eeyer. I feel so sad. Mei2 ren2 li2 wo3 de!

And sumore horh, it's not the person no time lorh... He's busy writing a novel for another chic. Not like I'm one anyway, so ya, I guess it's 'chic', not 'another chic'. While the rice sack just sits there. Oh and when I say novel, I don't mean a story. It's a... really really long letter. That is so long, it actually becomes a novel. Or Gel, that 'letter from Birmingham Jail' Ms Clara Kong told us to read. I doubt the Birmingham Jail letter isn't even that long.

So sad right. So Gel, treasure all your letters, your replies! Man, it's so hard to think of what to write most of the time... Especially when there are no questions or points to refer to. Gel.... Why you always get all the goooooood stuff wan...! And alright alright, I'll protect you from that hi-hi guy...And if he says anything about 'BLACK BLACK' again... I'm going to whoot him until he really gets BLACK BLACK around his eyes.

So yea, I'm just feeling blue, and down...Not to mention that my back's getting WORSE. And since I have no replies at all, I'm back to talking to myself to console myself and convince myself that there's actually someone replying. To my words. And that person is me. Come to think of it, I never get my questions answered too! Because letter consist of questions, and replies to questions. But i dun get any.... Tee-dot-tee... Lonely. Not to mention, ignored. And... never mind. I type more, I wrong more. Sigh.

gee...I even wrote nice passages about how much I cherish, but in the end they all turn to waste. How sad it is... Not even... appreciated. I'm sad. Crying. Really.