Tomorrow will be my Rona's last day in Malaysia.

I don't know whether I'm more frustrated that I won't be able to see her, or sad that she's leaving.

I'm thinking over words to say here, but surprisingly, they don't seem to be coming out. Ironic, that is.

Well, we all have to start somewhere.

Dear Rona,

When you first came, I honestly didn't think we would be close friends. You were a nice enough girl, and I could see us exchanging laughs and smiles--but it ended there.

But now, four years after, here we are. You're more than a friend now. You're like the sister I never had, and never wanted, but got anyway, and I'm so thankful for that. You know me better than anyone, and that includes knowing how to get me out of my emo-funk whenever it comes about. You're always there, and you always know the right thing to say.

Out of the four of us, they call me the logical one. I yell at Viv's indecisiveness and Nette's overall idiocy, and tell the two when they're making a wrong decision. I don't like asking for help, but you're the one I go to when I need it. No, I don't go to you. You just... know when I need it, and you'll tell me right away. I appreciate that. I do.

We've shared a lot of memories, some good, some bad, but most brilliant. Hilariously funny times that make me laugh until I cry, and my only regret is that there weren't more of them. You make this lonely girl feel not-so-very lonely when you're around, and your smile and the light that emanates from you brighten up whatever room you're in. You're amazing, you really are, and you're the most approachable one. Not because Nette's 'anti-social' or Viv and I are just bitches, but because you're Rona, you're sweet and nice and patient and kind, and no matter what I say, I love you.

Vivian was where it started, and Jeanette is where it will stay, but you, Rona, are the glue that holds us all together and makes us complete. I don't know where I was without you, and I don't deserve having such a wonderful, selfless friend, but I got you anyway.

Even being 6,000 miles apart, I don't feel the distance when I call you or IM you on MSN. I'll call you a dumbass, and you'll call me a shithead and the hours and minutes we spent away will just turn to dust, because things will never be different, not with you. You make sure things between us stay exactly the same, because you know how I hate Change, just like you know me. It's not awkward, there are no polite greetings or "how are you"s, it's Rona and Gemma, and it makes my heart hurt at how much I love you, Nette and Viv.

So thank you. For everything you've done for me. For listening to me whine, because I couldn't whine to Nette or Viv, because Nette's in her own world and Viv's too busy whining to me for me to properly whine back. For letting me copy your homework when I haven't done mine. For pestering me to do my Prefect duties, Big-Head Girl. And for the million other things you've done that seemed so small and insignificant at the time, but just strengthened our friendship more. My only wish is that no matter how many years pass, we'll still be here.

So, be safe and good luck. You'll make a fantastic doctor, and when I'm struggling over my own medicine course in England, I'll still call you up and ask for your help in assignments, I'm sure.

I love you, and I miss you. Be safe.

Love,
Gemma.

So I'm not in school today because I overslept and was home alone all night >_>

Usually, if my aunt wasn't working or at the nurses hostel in London, she would poke me and tell me I'm late, but she was working a night shift so I was the only one in the house for the whole night. It didn't help that I also had a dream that school was canceled, and my brain can't function early in the morning D:

So I called the school, because my school is anal and if you're absent, you have to give a proper explanation as to why you are absent. I faked a sore throat and said I'd bring a note in on Monday since my aunt was at work. And when my aunt came back at 9am, I told her my teachers were at some meeting thing and I didn't have school.

... I am such a chronic liar. I'm surprised my nose is still so flat DX

In other news, I'M GOING TO AUSTRALIA, BITCH. Maybe. No, I will. I will.

Vivian invited me (or did I invite myself? Either way, she jumped higher at the idea than I did) to come to Australia with her when she moves over, since I have 2 months of rotting to spare her. I've got some cash from my work experience and leftover CNY money to fund my flights, but it was just persuading my parents to let me stay alone with a neurotic girl who could rape me at any second without parental supervision for more than half the time and making my way around Melbourne by myself.

I can do it. Totally.

Talked to the 'rents, and my mum didn't really mind the idea (the independence England has given me must be playing a factor here), 'cept daddy-dearest needs a bit of coaxing to come around. I will go though. Yes, I will. I must.

Vivian's mum AKA Mrs Tan AKA Mommy # 2 is paying for 2 weeks of my accomodation (as I'll have to stay at some hotel-thingy next to Viv's campus) out of the 3 weeks I'll (possibly) be there for. Huzzah! She is an angel.

Trissy will be there in July and apparently, his classes don't start until October, so when Viv goes to hers, I can hang out with him or do some Melbourne shoppiiiiiing. Gah, shopping. I need money. I've already horded around £150 (around Aussie$300) from them, which includes me lying about spending money on food and stuff when I actually haven't.

... Seriously, I'm probably going to go to hell or something for this.

But that's not important. Yet. What's important now is that I. Must. Save. I'm probably going to starve myself so I can save more money and buy WINTER CLOTHES with them. I need more coats, definitely. Especially for college in September, because... I'm a spoilt brat D:

I am slightly scared about the trip though. But in a good way. This'll be my first ever official holiday without any parental supervision, in a different continent, where I'll be by myself half the time and the other half will be spent babying a bigger spoilt brat than me, AKA Vivian Tan.

Plus, when I go home after the 3 weeks, I'll have to make it to the airport by myself and go on the plane by myself and, zomg, what if my parents don't allow me?

I dunno. They're more concerned about the price of the tickets and the "Why are you going for 3 weeks? Too long" arguments, but I easily countered that with a "WORK EXPERIENCE MONEY" and "BUT ALL MY FRIENDS ARE LEAVING IPOH, I'D ROT HALF THE TIME ANYWAY". Like I mentioned, Mum's convinced. Not so sure about Dad. But I will go. I will go. God, I'm excited.

I'm conviniently overlooking the fact that my GCSEs start next month and I've done... no revision DX But I did wake up early this morning and make some Citizenship notes. My teacher is so crap, I swear.

... I will go. Yuss.