can you believe that's a cover page of a book? i mean, how is it possible for a first-time author to have such a pretty cover page? it's so unfair, i tell you. raises my hopes so high i can almost feel it crashing down again.

explanations went well, i guess. i just said it in a no-frills tone. everything was in short sentences and i replayed that day's events chronologically. it wasn't that hard, really, since it's what i do everytime i blog.

i don't know if my dad was listening. his eyes were glued tight to the comic in his hands. my mom was probably pretending not to listen, but i know she really was. it's just her character.

my parents didn't like my self-punishment. my dad just grunted a response, probably to let me know that he was still alive. while my mom asked for the reasons behind my decision. i just shrugged-- it was obvious why i don't want another phone and i see no need to explain myself. she knows it, i know it.

she suggested getting a cheap phone as replacement, but i said no. even though the idea appealed to me. but i didn't show it on the outside. i think i'm quite determined to survive without a handphone, although my insensitive sister keeps forgetting about my grievous loss.

i think i should let this pass. after all, in avril's words, "it's just a phone."

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i'm going for some street fest at cineleisure later on at night. emily's performing. and i'm not going to miss out the chance to watch her dance. i'm really quite proud of the fact that emily's a dancer now. i know she can excel at dancing. i almost feel like i know how a mother feels when her baby's all grown up. except that i'm not emily's mother and she's not my child. i'm just glad and proud.

i might get myself a notebook while i'm there. for jotting down my random ideas and thoughts. i've been thinking about it since forever, but it sounded different coming out from eleanor wong's mouth. so i just might get myself a pretty notebook and a nice pen.

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i'm starting on my scenario now and i'm afraid that ms tan might murder me sometime in the middle of the night for exceeding the DEADline. i'm as good as dead now, really. maybe she'll forgive me if the scenario is nice, but what are my chances? oh bother.

i hope for all the best.

[/edit] this makes me think twice.