If You Lose, You Kiss Me

28th October 2000

Dear Diary,

Form2's gonna end soon.

4A. 3B. Number 17 in class. B for average. :(

Oh. Victor told me that he likes me. And he figured that I'm not ready. He said he should wait. I told him, "We'll see how long you'll wait." Sigh...nope. He's not my type. Definitely.

By the way, I made a bet with JT. Some dumb thing about him having to stay in class and trying not to ponteng so much for his prefectorial duties.

And the winnings of the bet was kisses. But then I suppose we called off the 'bet' and it somehow evolved into a promise of a kiss.

I'm aware that he's a terrible liar. An amazing heartbreaker. I promise I'll be able to take it if he stands me up. I understand he's a busy playboy.

But I'd really like to see him kiss me. Now THAT'D be something.

***

It was nice having a fantasy or two to keep you smiling for a few days, eh?
Did he kiss me, you ask?

Nah.