Bring on Change

Hey ya'll, I'm trying to do something new so if you see the font change don't be scared, all right? Anyway, was thinking of getting my own hit counter. But I know if I had a hit counter on this space..... I'd refresh the page at least 10 times everyday. (Traits of a Loser)

As of an hour ago, I've officially given up trying to keep the ants away from my emulsion of cod liver oil. They just keep coming back! And anyway, I'm going to be done with the bottle by the end of today. Ha ha, how'd you like me now? And I'd like to inform everyone that, Muslims can't eat Percy Pig gums because it contains "Pork Gelatine"........ Whatever that is.

The internet is rather slow today. I think it might be spoilt. Would it be more accurate, if I said the internet machine is spoilt? Or do we just get the internet by wires nowadays? I don't know, but something is amiss. The last time I brought this up to mom when I experienced a slow internet connection, she couldn't care less - My youtube video took a frikken eternity to buffer. And I ended up watching the wrong video anyway. Guess how cheesed off I was? Very.

All my mom did, was to roll her eyes and say something like, "I hope the computer explodes." My mother doesn't believe in the internet. It's evil, she says. (And crayons are too.) But it's a totally different story when she needs me to check the schedule for her pilates out online. Sometimes I feel that my mother was born into the wrong century. We do not believe in microwaves, nor ice makers at home. And we only recently got ourselves a kettle and a toaster oven..... Which I will forever be grateful for.

I think my deprivation of microwave popcorn is the root cause of my inability to make new friends and the main reason for my loner status in society. Perhaps I should also stop staring at people. Ok, I'm out! Be back real soon.

Just deal

Some people can sense when change is going to happen. I have yet to obtain that sense, and change just seems to come up and punch me in the face all the time. Almost all of those times, I cling on to the smallest and silliest things, probably only for self-preservational purposes. I find that very comforting for myself, but at the same time a very, very selfish thing to do. I think that I might have inflicted some kind of pain on a certain someone by my failings to embace change and move on. But I don't think I will ever muster enough courage to say sorry in person. Or maybe I'll just force myself? I'm not sure yet, what I'll do next.

On a slightly lighter note, I saw a boy step on a dead rat while waiting for the bus yesterday. He appeared to have no clue, that he had just trampled on a dead rat with his fine piece of footwear. Yea, that's how stupid boys are..........

Social Studies calls! Write soon:-)

A taste of Thailand

Mango with sticky rice. Our favourite Thai dessert, mom and I.

O O O O O O O O O.............. O......................................... OMG....... Guess who just came home with his Thai lover? Thankfully, things in the household are still as cool as a cucumber. I can come up with only one reason explaining the peace and serenity which we are currently experiencing. My mother, the over dramatic one, is having her afternoon nap. (Which is eating into the evening.) She is still unaware of the new...... Situation. I think this is every mother's worst nightmare - To go to sleep one afternoon, and then wake up in the evening to a Thai girl living in your son's room. Ok, I dunno.......... I guess worst nightmares must vary from mother to mother.

Anyway I'm not even surprised that Stu's brought home his Thai lover. I was just acting all surprised. As if mom's objection was going to stop him from flying his Thai girl home. I think the only thing left for me to do now, to top his recent Act of Rebellion, is to flunk my O'levels. And hello? Like I'd ever choose to do that, just for a title. Anyway are there even people out there, who choose to fail life-determining-exams? Besides, I've already had The Talk with my mom - The "What would you do to me, mom? If I failed my O'levels?" one. She's threatened to sign me up with a maid agency called "Mama On Wheels". I cannot believe I am competing with Stu for the "The Most Rebellious Kid In The Crib" title. Just leave it for the teenager, ok?

Right now I'm feeling about 3 different kinds of emotions. I am upset with Stu for telling everyone (Excluding mom and Karen. But no one tells Karen anything, anymore. Ha ha ha.) but me, about his Thai girlfriend. I had to find out from mom. Who found out from dad. This is how out of the loop I am, in every community. At first I thought it was my name that was the problem. But I've ruled that out - I just did a Google search on my name and its meaning is "fair and upright", not "girl you do not tell stuff to". It is also of Latin origin. More examples of how I fail to get memos include the time where I was the last person to find out about my boyfriend making out with another girl. And the times when there were extra Chemistry lessons after school, but nobody told Nut and I..... How can people be so evil? (Ahahaha....)

The 2 other emotions, I can't describe. But I know I'm feeling 2 other different emotions.

Ok, Thai girl's name is Joy, by the way. I've known since 3 hours ago truthfully, but just wasn't ready to start referring to her as Joy and accept her into my life, until 4 seconds ago. And I bet "Joy" isn't even her real name. I bet her real name is something like "Ko Kai". Which means "Chicken" in Thai. Or maybe "Kho Khai". Which is "Egg" in Thai. Anyway Joy is pretty. And I think she understands the English language. She was able to shake her head and smile when I asked her if she would like some ice cream. And she doesn't look like the 'girls' in the third picture of my previous post. And Stu is in a good mood. And her titties are ginormous. Would I be offending her by asking if she's had them done? I have a strong feeling I will be, but I'm dying to know.

My mother is so amazing, I am in awe. She is being such a cucumber(really cool) now, I am so proud of her. However, I think she still thinks that Joy's put a spell on Stu and she's started speaking to everyone in Malay. I'm guessing that this is how she's decided to deal with the whole "Thai girl's living at my house, my house" situation. (Daft Punk is playing at my house - LCD Soundsystem)

Anyway there's school tomorrow. That's dog's bollocks. I am in no position to complain, many of my friends would say though, because I'm not there half the time. But my mind's made up, I'm bringing alcohol for everyone. We gonna parrrrtaye, peepz!

All right gonna have a nice shower now! I think I'll probably delete this and write something else later, cya!

Too cool for an Amath test (Haha)

I am to sit for a frikken Amath test after school, which I am so tempted to feign an illness for. I just know that tomorrow at 2.30 pm, I am going to be so tired, too tired to sit for an Amath test. Don't look at me like that, it's not my fault I just know these kind of things. It's like sometimes, when you smell your armpits and you just know that you'll be in the shower within the next 2 minutes.

However, I will not do whatever I've said, as I am terrified of my Math teacher, even though I am Quite Da Gangstaaa. She is to be feared, guys. Mwahaha ok, I should stop in case she comes across this space. Which is quite possible because she is a secret agent. She knows stuff. She just knows like, a lot of stuff. "Hey guys! It's me, Justine! And I have 2 ears and a secret agent Math teacher!" Am I the only person who finds that strange? Yes, apparently so. My friends don't seem really bothered by the fact that our Math teacher knows a lot more than the binomial theorem and differentiation. And I'm not saying Math teachers are only allowed to know about the binomial theorem and differentiation, and nothing else. I mean, would we even have Math teachers then? Let's just be a little more realistic, what I am saying is, my Math teacher is a secret agent. I have been saying that from 45 seconds ago...... I'm not sure why I carried on for another 45 seconds about my secret agent Math teacher. I swear she'd spit on my calculator if she ever reads this!

I don't want to give her more stuff to add to her "I abhor Justine, even though she behaves relatively well in my class, because....." list.

1) She is irresponsible, and skipped her job attachment last November. (Hellooooo? They made me paste stickers onto vitamin bottles on my first day, and then cut really thick paper for 5 hours straight, the following day:(........... )
2) She did the last revision test in pencil (AAAAAAAAaaand, so??)
3) Even my 7 year old (In human years) pet cat, Scaramouche, has better penmanship.
4) There was one day where she did not wear her pinafore over her P.E. attire (OMG! Are you shitting me? Justine did what? Justine did not wear her pinafore over her P.E. attire? Flippin' hell!)
......... Possible 4.25) Referred to me as a secret agent Math teacher in
cyberspace (I honestly meant it as 75% compliment, 25% insult)

I think it's unfair to abhor me for the above reasons. I think the only teacher who has the right to hate me is my Geography teacher from last year. Yea..... Nowadays a person's got to have rights to like or dislike someone. Get with the programme, guys. Here's a list I've made up for my Geography teacher who should, but does not, dislike me.

"Reasons why my Geography teacher from last year has the right to hate me"

1) I ate during her lessons
2) I did my Math homework during her lessons
3) I slept during her lessons
4) I skipped her lessons
5) I laughed and talked really loudly to Nut (Who was at that time, only 15 cm away from my face)
6) I basically tried my best to do as many non-Geographical things as I could possibly manage during her lessons

You see, she should hate me. But just the other day, she asked me what I thought about her new hair do. Some things, I will never understand. Like the people always say, "God works in mysterious ways". Don't ask me what people. Probably the Catholic people. Oh that's me!!!! Ok, goodbye!

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I've been praying so hard for something just really exciting to happen at home- Like a family member fessing up about being homosexual, or winning the lottery, or finding out we're related to Britney Spears, or something just really exciting. And now Stu wants to bring his Thai girlfriend home. Mom is all like, "No way in hell is his girlfriend living in my house". Not her exact words, really, but same effect. On a scale of 1 - 14, 14 being really exciting, Stu and his Thai girlfriend score a 9. Would've gotten an 11, if only my mom would stop ranting on about how stupid Stu is. All I have to say is, should have thought about stupid things like that when you decided to name him 'Stu', Mom.

In other news, Stu's ex-girlfriend is coming over for dinner tonight. Are we expected to hold back such information from her? Beyond me. Who cares anyway? I am the crappiest baby sister you will ever get. If I were my own baby sister, I'd kill myself. Gonna read a book now, cya.

(And those Thai girls in the last picture used to be boys..... Ha ha ha. I am so tickled!)

The Art of Chinese tea making

Today I watched a 45 minute documentary on The Art of Chinese tea making. I make very bad decisions. I feel my life has been the result of a series of bad decisions. Should have done my History instead of Chinese tea making.

Recently, school has become such a drag. Especially when Nut decides to give it a miss. I am quite worried now................ I am not sure how we will remain bestfriends, if this keeps up. She's in school when I'm not, I'm in school when she's not. At recess today, the girl, that made out with my boyfriend at church camp, told us a story. According to her, an old lady at the train station thought she was a lesbian. I was secretly hoping she'd choke on the chocolate she was eating. Or grow a moustouche, or something.

I will be using Eunice's cell phone for the next 3 days. It sucks. Won't be replying your texts because it is so difficult to use. See ya guys, stay gold.

Hunky dori

Hi ya'll! I think I have failed this blog in more ways than one. After all, I don't seem the blogging type. According to........ My friend. There's a "blogging type"? Yea whatevs, how are you guys doing? I am not even sure who I am referring to when I say "you guys", because nobody visits this space. But, I do have a few readers.... Like, okay one reader. Who isn't me. My friend, actually. But he reads my craphole blog only so I'd stop bugging him to read my craphole blog. Kekekeke (My Harry would say)

That girl is pweedy, no? Even though she's smoking weed and everything. All right anyway Houston, we have a problem. I think most people have a rope that ties them to someone. That rope can be short, or it can be long. I think my rope ties me to Andrew. And vice versa. And, like a stupid dog, he thinks it isn't there. He goes running off somewhere - into a nightclub after a girl, to the skatepark, to church camp, whatever - and then suddenly it brings him up short and chokes him and he acts surprised, and then he does the same thing again the next day. I dunno........

Gotta run now! Going to start breeding llamas. Au revoir!