Chapter 10

Dearest Notebook,

I think I’m making a pleasant discovery by accident today. I figure out that I can’t live with all of those party animal. I have to cope with the noisiness in my house & retreat to my room secretly. I just wanted to be with you, dear future husband. Oh god, this Christmas eve isn’t a good day for my nerves.

I keep jumping here & there in my house like a frog & I keep turning green at every single glass of red wine that the girls offer me. Yuck, they look like blood. Wines are not tasty & beautiful to look at when I’m not drinking them by using the same glass as yours. Jae Oppa, you make me feel secure when I’m drinking those. (Even though I know you’ll gladly fantasizes about making love to me when I’m tipsy, haha, don’t turn red now. Sometimes, I know you a whole lot better than you know yourself.) I don’t feel like eating at all. Sick, sick, sick.

Alright, Oppa, don’t laugh but I’m qualified to be a grinch & this time, a real grinch. I can’t help but turn green & I don’t even know why. I look like an alien & I hate this. How am I supposed to get married when I look like an ET? Oh, Oppa, why can’t we make a weird change for the world to see & get married in a spaceship? Or UFO? It’ll be fabulously stupid!

Argh. I’m green. I can’t seem to have enough blood to my usually flushed face. Oh god, Oppa, you called me a grinch & now look what had happened to me? I’m a grinch. It’s your entire fault. Your fault, my beloved future husban