we have bold italics:

no, we can make it if we take it slow:
[musik: The Killers - When You Were Young]


today was great. fel and i were focused and when we finished one scene! boy, were we proud of our accomplishment. and of course, to take our minds off stress and kick (no pun intended) back to relax, a hearty game of chapteh with the fellas, until eight, then the lot of us went for dinner together - with nutty curry and muah cheeeeee - followed by a very laughable train-ride home.

fel: so she was breathing like heee hooo heee hooo
eus, al and yl nod.
fel: heee hooo hee hooo and then her eyes bled.
eus, al and yl go: what?!?!

i swear, i could've just died laughing.

now fel's got our withdrawal symptoms! gosh, we both agree that if those fellas were our age, and we were all in school together, we'd probably be a bunch of funny-ass, good friends, and it'll be really fun and awesome.
after friday, we'll never see those chums again. i am genuinely upset about the very thought because they're really fun, really nice, really awesome.

and i'm getting hooked on playing chapteh, with all those fellas, pro el included, with the surgery-ed, masking taped chapteh.