I'm supposed to be sleeping now, getting ready for the debate heats due in less than 12hrs away. I've wasted the day surfing useless websites (mainly online stores..wahahha) and spent a good amount of time chatting with dear Sharon Lee.

Was supposed to sleep early to charge up for tomorow, cause i haven't done a single bit of research and have yet to decide what to wear. Not that it makes much difference - cause i hide behind a 'uniform' of jeans and tees. But tomorrow requires me to hang up my jeans for a little more sauve. That'll be like a mixing chocolate with bleach. Terrible combo. Gimme back my jeans and slip ons.....!

My point is, after all the distractions, i find my brain wandering worriedly about the wellbeing of a good friend.

I haven't been able to contact her for the whole day. I seriously, i'm worried. Worried for all the hurts that she may be nursing herself. Worried for all the burdens she may be carrying alone. Worried for the loss of control she may be experiencing. Worried that she may be by herself - and i don't like it.

It's not like her to not answer the phone. The only thing i can be assured of, is that she doesn't owe the loan sharks any money. So all the more unlikely to miss my calls. Hmmm..

A little friend will try to call her again in the morning. That little friend cares too. Frankly, we all care. And the people that surround you don't need outward blabbering to know when something's just off.

I'm just hoping she's safe. Perhaps staying over at her aunt's place. Or that the phone's on silent. Or that she's sound asleep. Or preparing studiously for tomorrow. Either that or doing porn. Anything, as long as she's safe. Right now, i can't bother about much else.

Anyway, whatever the case, sweetie, if you're reading this,

know one truth : You'll never walk alone.

I won't let that happen.