CS 212

I've always been told: School is where you learn useful skills

I've never really believed it. I mean, all those geography lessons, differentiation and integration, theories of communication... I've returned them all to my wonderful teachers.

But CS 212.. that's slightly different.

I was reading my notes recently, and I learnt that terrorism is the last resort of an oppressed people, fighting for liberation.

So, I thought, isn't that similar to my situation?

In the same way these terrorists embarked on campaigns to try to get the government, the media... someone, anyone to pay attention to their cause, so will I, Elysa Chen.

I have decided.

With the same steely resolve that the suicide bombers and the kamikaze pilots must have carried out their missions, I, Elysa Chen, will fight to the end!

For a wireless network to be set up at home!!!!

Glory be to the cause!

The plan's simple.

I'll get a knife, and hold my brother hostage till the tyrant (Hans/The Brother/The Idiot Who Doesn't Bathe) gives in to my demands for INDEPENDENCE! FREEDOM!

YAY.

I love bombs.

My Very Best Wishes

Hey, my friend.

You were absolutely great that night. But I think I alreaedy told you. Well, never hurts to tell you again, does it?

It was really great.

Because I heard your voice for the first time that night.

Your singing voice is great. But that's not what I was talking about. What was even more beautiful was the voice that had been shut up for so long. Your voice. The voice that I've always wanted to hear. The words that you must have been bursting to say, but never had the voice to... till that night.

I never knew that what I did hurt you so much.

I know that it's impossible to undo the hurt. To reverse the actions.

In those five minutes, I relived everything that happened in Thailand. And I almost wished that I could have turned back time, so that I could have ignored everything, taken a different course.

Almost.

Lately, I've been plagued with the question of whether I should have sat back and done nothing and not hurt you.

But I realised that it is better for me to hurt you than for him to.

So, for all it's worth, I'm sorry for tearing to shreds whatever hopes you had. But I've never regretted it.

Because you're my friend.

It has been difficult understanding you, and I guess it will continue to be a challenge for me. After all, we speak two different languages-yours is music, mine is writing.

But whatever it is, we're friends.

So, sing for me once in a while, won't you?

I really do love your voice.

I had a dream two nights ago. Maybe it was three nights ago. I don't know.

Dreams have this way of getting fuzzy.

Anyway... It was about Mark Cenite, and Nikki Draper's baby daughter.

Cenite was starring in Draper's documentary and sprawled in the same position of Gackt in this pic I have of him. Gackt, that is. Yeah. And he was talking to Draper's kid. Hell knows what they were talking about. Hell knows what happened next.

Dreams really do have this way of getting fuzzy.

I think I had another dream that night.

We were sitting in Rachel's garden, and a white car came and knocked an old man down.

Xinyao rushed to help out at the scene of the accident.

Everyone was watching by the side of the road. Some people were running. Some one was crying.

I thought it was the wife of the old man.

Turned out to be the daughter of the driver who knocked the guy down.

No one really knew what to do.

The ambulance came, missed the turn, and took another 10 minutes to get there.

The guy got carried away. Goodness knows if he survived.

That's the way dreams are, aren't they? They just get fuzzy, or you never really know what happens after that.

The lines between the world of the subconscious and the conscious are seriously so difficult to draw.

I think the second dream really did happen.

Did it?

Dreams have this way of turning fuzzy. Either that, or my mind really likes playing tricks on me.

If not, how could such an accident happen on a night with so much laughter and fun?

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