Some things are so glaringly obvious, I dunno why people don't seem to notice. Actually, I think they do. Some things are just unspoken. But everyone knows that everyone knows.

Class Birthday today, or rather, yesterday. Must really thank CY for coming up with all the crazy ideas, and doing all the crazy stuff. He's the ideal welfare rep! (Someone's head's turn to swell and burst.) Anyway, was pretty pissed when some ppl whined and complained. And my irritant threshold is so high liao. Don't have nice things to say, then just shuddup.

Many a night, he lie close to me on my bed. I can see the hint of thin red veins beneath his translucent prepubescent skin. His big black eyes, empty except for wonderment, is partially covered by his straight hair of the same frightening deep ebony black. His red lips, like a girl's, unmoving, yet inviting. I mouth his name over and over again, but I dare not say it out loud. How I crave to run the back of my fingers over his ivory cheeks. But I cannot touch him, I can only see him with my mind's eye. Then his face starts to blur, and not only because I'm crying. No, we are not the devil's spawn.