He is (not so) tall, dark and handsome. And oh yes, he has the most beautiful voice – I love his voice.

He is a Czechoslovakian and I love him.

They came to see him today. The doctor examined him and I saw things that made me love him so much it hurt.

They told me that he wasn’t being kept warm enough, that the humidity of Malaysia was doing him harm and they needed to take him away to make him better.

I’d never thought I feel my heart drop – I was so used to having him around. My heart cracked a little, but only because I knew that he’d come back to me.

He sang to me, while the doctor was checking him. There were many songs, but I only remember Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.

I didn’t think anything was wrong with him. The doctor pointed out some of the problems that he was facing. It was rather embarrassing – I’ve known him for more than 12 years and even the doctor who was meeting him for the first time could tell was wrong with him and I couldn’t.

Aiyah. Anyway. I love my Czechoslovakian and I am sure that he will survive all the operations he will be going through – big or small.

… and when all’s done and he’s allowed to come back home, I’ll be waiting for him.

We will sing the Moonlight Sonata together. :)

(His name is Petrof by the way.)

LMAO.

PS. Petrof is my piano la ok. HAPPY? *deflates* pfft.