have to ask mum for $10 to see shaun's play.
shaun's SCHOOL play.
on friday..
at most, if i dont ask her.
its just ten bucks anyway.
it just means another day of not eating.
and thats not a big deal at all anyway.
as long as i appear there, i dont care.

i didnt eat lunch.
ate only half a scoop of rice for dinner.
facing a loss of appetite.
and not giving a damn about it.

doing more research on the jap occupation.
tired, but straining to keep my eyes open and concentrate.
unable to concentrate, but still researching.
its not exactly helping my already huge eyebags.

shall finish researchign today.
develop the script asap.
having dance tomorrow.
having to face ms chiam tomorrow.
and bracing myself from scoldings.
i can already predict the outcome of tomorrow's dance.
and its not exactly HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
nothing is ever HAPPILY EVER AFTER anyway.

my back aches like crap.
a poke feels like a STAB.
i cant sit up straight or slouch.
but im sitting up straight anyway.
im hurting like hell.
my body is dead beat.
my brain is hibernating.
and my hands keep typing wrongly.

and im unable to write in my DIARY.
i feel horrible.
cause SOMEONE has been reading it.
saw it open paged on the floor this morning.
guess who?

and my neck hurts..
i let amanda strangle me just now.
i bet she was just trying to make me smile,
cause usually i would get her back double and i would be highly satified and smiling after that.
but i just let her do it.
she couldnt lift me up though.
of course- im growing fat.
i dont think anyone can lift me anymore.
forget about ballet with guys.
but after that she saw my face and felt bad.
i dont blame her.
i actually didnt mind being strangled.
except for the slightly red parts on my neck.
i deserve it anyway.

feeling mixed up now.
as ms gill says: shit happens.