7.43pm

What is it that you have that mesmerises me like the burst of stars? I could get prettier, younger girls anytime, anywhere I want, but it is always you, my dear, who catches my breath when you look at me with the beautiful brown eyes of yours.

I ask you to take my heart, and in return I get sleepless nights filled with you.

Are you treasuring my most important organ, or did you misplace it somewhere and forgotten about it?

I ask for yours, but you are playing catch with me. You run so swiftly, I thought you will fly away like a dove. But all you do is run in circles around me.

You leave me giddy.

Stop running from me, I am right here, beside you. My arms are open wide, wide enough to contain the world, the universe...

And the Universe, that is you.

11/1/09
Sun

Dear Jo,

Hi, how have you been lately? I am fine, thank you very much! (I'll just assume you asked.)

You do not seem as enthusiastic about your college, or was it because we did not have the chance to talk?

Ah, well.

Oh, yeah, school's been fun. (Again, I assume you asked.) Friends, well, I'm not sure whether I have any yet - I seem to get fussier day by day - but yes, I have been laughing and smiling.

I still compare.

And sometimes, I just think of what had happened for the last two years.

Time flies, ain't it? It flies so fast that we were unable to catch up with it. We might not be soaked in memories, but we are still dripping in them.

Yes. I still miss the good ole' times we (used to) have.

There are many, many special, ordinary things that have happened to me, and some are related to your - our - favourite subject.

Ah, boys!

Eh, no, I ain't showing off, I'm just self-indulgent, haha.

Of course, I do not tell you about them, mainly because I do not remember them at the time of our conversations. (No, my dear Jo; I do not have a crush, nor are they cute, exterior-wise.)

For so many times, I wish to bring you and Waning along to my school. We'll sit at the third row, not paying attention to the teachers as we chat, laugh, sing, joke the day away, and then take the LRT to KLCC and be crazy.

Oh, how I miss our insanity, our naïveté, us.

I no longer feel depressed. I am happy, I think. I hope you are, too, and that you do not miss us the way I do.

Happy belated eighteenth.

22/7/08
Tues

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亲爱的，我们离婚吧！

差不多一年没见了，近来还好吗？有想念我吗？抱歉，我，没。为什么？这，我也回答不出来，毕竟我的脑袋不太灵光，脑细胞也似乎没连接好来……

说起来，呵，也很可悲，怎么认识了你6年，只有那么一两张合照？

结婚有多少年了，其实我也不太记得，我想，有四五年了吧？就在一个美好的白天你无端端成了我的老公，而粉红公主无端端成了我们的律师，在一两年后。

要知道，我什么也没签，什么也没答应！

说好要离婚多年了，但还是没行动。这可要问问我们可爱的律师了。

就在你18岁的生日，我想告诉你，离婚吧！外头的世界好大好大，更适合你我的人就在其中，不能随便让他/她溜走吧？

突然好奇，你有没背着我和其他人手牵手？我很忠心呵！只是初吻最近被菲菲偷走了，感觉，呃，无法形容。

噢，还有一件事忘了写：对不起对不起对不起，无法在你生日当天和你们玩，有事在身无法逃避。过几个月我再带你出去玩玩儿，好吗？

茵 - 生日快乐，分手快乐！