The Queen of Spades

Someone is plotting my death the minute I step out of this country. This must be the only reason why I seem to be stuck on this little island.

Anyway, Joan and Pete cheered me up last night after the devastating news broke. Joan made me laugh over the phone talking nonsense and giving me anecdotes about her brother which were so cute. Pete was Mr. Retarded with MSN.

Peter says:

*maybe that's it!
*you're stuck in singapore.
*so you discover the cure for cancer.


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*yup.
*probably.


Peter says:
*errr....
*do you know where to start? :D


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*no clue.
*do you wanna help?


Peter says:
*nah.
*I've got exams to study for.


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*oh okay.


Peter says:
*yeah.


Stephanie  ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*i'll just mope around the house..


Peter says:
*butbut...
*cancer!


Stephanie ♥ Psalm 95:7-8 says:
*and maybe it'll be hidden under some pot or something.


Peter says:
*OMG.
*you're right.
*you're a genius!

And I had a nice dream. It was probably due to the Malaria pills.

He was thanking me for visiting him at home or something.. I pretended to fall asleep.

There was something about this game called 'RRT' that only gays play or something.

Okay.. My dream may not make much sense, but it cheered me up even more.

I wish a lot of things could be simpler. For one, I could go to China. And getting over him would be a snap. And I wouldn't lose a friend.

And he would stop acting like he does now.

I think it's getting a bit irritating.