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A masquarade. Always.


Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
jerine♥, 9:21 PM

the mind is the most powerful tool ever created.

and i think mine's driving me nuts.
i pretend to be sick, and now i AM sick.
my throat is killing me and if that fever doesn't go off soon i'll probably be sent to the hospital for over-dosing on panadol. i might be over-dosing on lozenges too.

skipped theater studies and drama (tsd) yesterday.
my excuse? i wasn't feeling well.
i mean come on...we just had it on wed! and it's not 1 or 2 periods. it's 4!
and besides, it's just like a normal sac drama session.
except it is less professional.

i mean, come on! the teacher doesn't even know how to do proper vioce and body warm ups!
her voice warm-ups was just to walk around the room and go "ah ah ah ah ah..." you know, the thing that choir does.
and body warm-ups? it was pe warm-ups! wth?
4 years in drama and i've NEVER done such warm-ups.
and maybe i'm used to justin's way of writing scripts. (and beside's he's a pro. he does it for a living.) so i thought their syf script was kinda not up to standard.
i mean shouldn't jcs have better scripts then secondary schools?
oh wells...justin said not all schools have good drama so i'll have to live with it.

my teacher sent me a message through tpjc.net demanding an mc.
wth? fine. so i go to the doctor.
as soon as i stepped into the clinic i started coughing and my throat felt bad.
ok, maybe it's just psychological. the doctor said my throat looked kinda bad and in my mind i was like bullshit.

so i paid 25 buck for my mc and medicine.
thought i had no use for the medicine so i threw them away. BIG MISTAKE.
cuz now i'm freaking sick and i have absolutely no mood to read the papers nor do my GP essay.

i need to read the newspapers! there's a general knowledge competition and i'm one of those representing my class and i wanna win!
i already missed the oratorical thing last monday and i don't wanna miss this this mon!
but if i lost it'd be so embarrassing.

and my gp essay! stupid 500 word essay. on juvenile delinquency.
and i can't find anything to help me on the internet!
maybe i should just do hardship and suffering bring out the best in people.
ugh......i don't even have the mood to write.

maybe i should tell myself i'm not sick. then i'll be well again.
but do i want to be well? maybe? yes.

just watched take the lead. it's nice =)

i hate mondays. HATE them.