:: One Day ::
I'm sick. Bleargh.

I always get this after shoots. Sore throat, headaches, fever, exhaustion. Sighs. Pls pls, not when I have so much to do.

Anyway, a few nights ago I saw Zein on MSN. Goodness, its been ages since I last heard from him. We talked for a while, and then he tried to start an audio conversation. I was so dumb I didn't know what to do, so he was screaming through my speakers, "Say something! Do you have the mic?!"

So I ran to my brother's room, grabbed the mic, and plugged it in, but it didn't seem to work. I kept shouting into it, but he couldn't hear a thing. It took us more than an hour to figure the whole thing out before he went, "Ok, ok...I think I can hear you now."

First thing I said, "How's Germany?"

Sheesh. Why are these people so far away... Peishan moving back to London in a few weeks time. When will I ever get enough of them...

Did you get my other letters
Sometimes I think I oughta call
Cause you know I often wonder
If you open them at all Ben Folds Five