she was rubbing her eyes at 1 am. but still, she had stacks of papers to complete. but heck, it was a good day.she was happy and satisfied.

she was very busy these days. she even forgot to write an entry about The Lost Diaries of Adrian Mole. it was a present from a very very very good friend. a birthday present. she thought it'd be weeks before she managed to finish reading the book from Sue Townsend. How wrong, how very very wrong. she dropped everything and peeled the book from page to page. Adrian Mole never change. He still speaks in the same voice, echoing the loneliness with a touch of snooty-ness that she can barely understand. but heck, it was one hell of a book. she loved humour and nothing can beat dark humour. she lived on it and she realised that most of her collection are about dark humour.

adrian mole is now in his 30's and are left with two young kids. a single father, jobless and still trying to get his writings published. still, to no avail. if that's difficult, the marriage of his parents continues to confuse him. it was this and that, this partner and that.

the Lost Diaries of Adrian Mole was set back before the time he was arrested for organising a protest to protect mohammed; his friend. and the diary is for the duration between 1999-2001. its a lot of emotion to see him standing up for glenn; his son, as well as fighting a losing battle.

'thanks, girl,' she's still smiling when i type these words. nothing beats a very good book, in my case at least. i love it.

she needs a break today. and she's going out for a while. not for long, just a couple of hours. her legs are tied with an avalanche of work.

or maybe she'd just stay at home. maybe take a peek in MPH. or not. she's not even sure.