Date: 10th August 1999
Sign-in: 10pm

Preface:
Yang regains consciousness, but it's his turn to become restless…

I smile.
Yang's cheeks flush back to their original colour.
He smiles contentedly at me, knowing I stayed by his side the whole time.
Yes. And I will continue to.
For he is the one who drives my entire life.
For without him, I have no aim.
No other desire to live.

Yes, he is always by my side.
Someone to lean unto
Someone to love
Cherish more than my spirit
His smile fills my hunger for contentment.
He's always there for me.
As I will
Be there for him.

No, something bothers him.
A strange, alien look hovers about his eyes.
What is it?
No, I can't decipher.
That expression dissolved within seconds of my discovery.
Is he hiding something?
What?
What is it?

Yang turns to me, and smiles again.
Yet, I can taste the uncertainty of his gaze
The passion of his sequinned pupils seem to want to speak
But apparently his mouth doesn't want to

No, I won't press him too far.
After all, he is tired.
And I trust he can take care well enough of himself.
But if he can, then, am I needed in his life?
Does he need me,
Am I an important being in his heart?
Or so should I be so proud to say he loves me?
Just as greatly, even much much more than life itself?
Would he?
Does he?

Oh no, I sound like an obsessed lover… …
Har har, to think I love my own brother in that sense.
I mean, gays are bad enough. BROTHERS?
This is ironic.
Life is.
Crap

End entry: 10:15pm