I'm gonna make you mine again.Ok, so our testimonials are due tomorrow. I haven't even started. But I mustn't give up. Rachel's so sure that if we don't write our own testimonials, our teacher is going to write 3- sentences- long testimonials for us.

Mariah: Mariah is a girl. She is in 4/2. She sucks.

Rachel: Rachel's from CHIJ. She says I look like a martian. I hate her for that.

Justine: Justine does not have a sense of humour. She never laughs at my jokes. My jokes are funny.

(Rah rah, Rachy!!!!!!)

Anyway, I've decided not to go in for school tomorrow. Looks like it's gonna be a long weekend for me! All right, gotta get started on my testimonial. Take care!

"Justine is pretty damn amazing....... Her favourite food is pasta."

Sometimes, I wish I had an eating disorder. Just sometimes. Now, is one of those 'sometimes'. What I'm trying to say is that, I wish I was strong enough to either say No to 4 scoops of ice cream, or have the courage to gag myself after. Now you're thinking: "Mental", her judgment's clouded, she can't tell right from left, 1 + 1 = window. No, not actually. I've just got my period.

So after dinner, my mom and I spent 2 hours untangling all the knots in my hair! My hair is now knot free, guys! I might start using a comb. I dunno..... Then my mom got cheesed off with my brother who came home with champagne grapes, when he was sent out to get normal sized grapes. My mother will not even look at the champagne grapes. I'm only kidding, of course. She just refuses to eat them. She's convinced that they've been genetically modified. I'm pretending to be anti- champagne grapes too. But I secretly think they are nice. I think I'll bring some to school tomorrow.

GM food is all the rave now. Or maybe not. I had a Geography test on GM food crops, a few days back. (It was all the rave then.) Are you pro- GM, or are you my mother? Ahahaha, psssh! I guess GM food can be harmful. Although, it has led to an increase in food production. But.... Whatever. I'm not about to start on the benefits and threats of GM food. Hello? Save it for the O' levels, man.

You know, I could love you. I really could. But anyway, bring on August! July's been a whirlwind. Gotta go, stay gold!

Call me back tomorrow

Wasssup. Hi guys! School's been so shabangbang, lately! Mr. T was really P- I- S- S- E- D that more than a third of our class skipped the extra lessons yesterday, he ended up not teaching! Heh, looks like we didn't miss out on any Social Studies after all. And our Math teacher has gone all psychotic because only Rachel Fan can differentiate! That's 1 outta a class of 41 girls, ooh whee! Rah rah, Rachy!!!!

p(selecting a girl from class who can differentiate) = 1/41

Haaaa, at least my probability is still top- notch! Yea, actually I think probability is a stupid topic. I mean.......... Ok, I might use it when I grow up? I probably will? p(using probability knowledge when I grow up) = 5/14? Haha okkkkkkkk whateverrrrr, Justineeeeeee. Nobody really cares.

Anyway, I've a pet mouse! Yea, you read right. The 'not an animal lover' is now pet owner. I named him Stud. But tomorrow, I'm calling him Connor. Then on Thursday, maybe Lancelot? I'm not too sure yet, but I definitely want a name with 3 syllables for Thursday.

My vomit from Friday night is still..... There. I know I should be the one clearing it and everything, because it is MY vomit and no one else's. But the smell...... It's just so..... Funky. I've a feeling my mom is going to scream at me soon, if it isn't gone within the next 12 hours. But I think I'll just wait for her to scream at me. I need to be pushed. I'm not one of those people who'd readily clear their own vomit.

I'm bored of emotions. Sometimes not feeling, is better than feeling, isn't it? I dunno..... I need to make sense, and stop pretending. I'm going to delete this entry the next time I blog.

Yea, ok so this is the end. Much love and goodbye!

You can't eat Play- Doh.

No lies, just love

Stop your resistance, this is where you belong.

Ahhhhhh ok then I gotta go!

Hello world.

How's it going? All's been good for me. Life is beautiful. Today felt rather productive. We made plans for our weekend. (And we also did a lot of Math.) It is almost Thursday, a day closer to "TGIF!", which means the weekend. Awesome...... But on a slightly heavier note (like G major), my English teacher, who is actually a woman, but very often mistaken for a boy monk, h8s me. You just can't please the world. Although, I think I should start trying to please her, because she will be writing my testimonial. This is about thinking about the future, and about not burning bridges.

I tend to burn bridges. I know one day, in time to come, I will need yerduA to do...... Something for me- Not my boyfriend. (Ahahaha!) Maybe I will buy her a chocolate bar on our last day at school, as a peace offering. Just an idea......

Fun fact about Justine: I took piano lessons when I was in primary school. But my teacher stopped coming after maybe, 2 months? And then she wouldn't return any of my mother's calls. Was I really that bad? I repel people. That makes me "peopleproof". We learnt during Chemistry that plastics repel water. Hence, they are known to be waterproof. I have no idea why I choose to remember only the unimportant points of a lesson. But I am still really keen on passing my Chemistry with flying colours.

Anyway, I took the bus home with Tat, after Math class. It was the strangest bus ride ever. I had to stand the whole bus ride, which was an hour long- I usually manage to get a seat for myself. (Not strange part.) After Tat had gotten off at her stop, suddenly all of the other people on the bus looked like they were porn stars, even though they were just real people. (Strange part.) For a few minutes there, humanity seemed really scary.

Ah, this blogging thing isn't working out for me. And I say this after 6 months of blogging.

Be still my heart. Goodbye.

U r a monster now

Once you bad people are done with him, I'd like him back, thanks.

I still wear your clothes when I miss you

Ahoy, hi monchichis!

We were allowed to wear whatever our hearts desired to school today, because it's Racial Harmony Day. I planned in March to go in a sari. I borrowed one from Cherx a few days back, then ended up just going in my own clothes. I wore my most oriental looking top. But nobody else thought it looked oriental. Not even my best friend. People just...... Have widely differing definitions of things.

Anyway, today I ate a lot of paos (steamed Chinese buns with filling). I only eat those filled with red bean or lotus paste, though. Never choose the ones with meat fillings. Today's pao count: 7, as of 5: 36 pm. I eat my feelings. And recently, I have been feeling a lot.

John- and- Yoko lovefest. Not!

My weekend was all right. It wasn't easy, but it was all right. There isn't much left to look forward to on Saturdays anymore, I realised. We caught The Dark Knight last night. Which was Sunday- Not Saturday. The show was mediocre. The others quite enjoyed it. I think I would've too, if only I'd understood a bit more of the movie. And if only someone hadn't knocked our popcorn over. 3 tubs of popcorn isn't enough for 11 to share. (Especially when some eat enough popcorn for 4 people.)

This was supposed to be my interesting come back from the uninteresting. Maybe next time. My all time fav. song: Copeland- Brightest.

Got to bounce.

Choose the one who loves you more

Hola comrades! School was the usual, except Rach didn't come. She claims she's running a fever. But, I really dunno..... You know last night, we were up till pretty late watching YouTube videos. So I dunno, man. (Ahaha feel better soon, bub!)

Anyway, Andrew and I are no more. There was another woman. There, I said it! I'm supposed to be feeling betrayed and devastated right now, I think. That's how I've always imagined myself feeling. But by God's grace, I'm actually feeling peachy. Sort of!

I feel more smashed, than anything else. Not irreparably smashed, just slightly smashed. But that's just what breakups do to you, isn't it? They make you feel slightly smashed at first, then *BAM* You're brought back to life! Guess who's back (back back), back again (again again). Justine's back (back back) , tell a friend (friend friend). Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back........... Yea, something like that.

Besides feeling smashed, I'm also a little disappointed. I thought we had it all, you know. Like ok, this boy here: I'm going to marry him when I grow up and we'll start a family or something. I don't read Twilight, but already, I have unrealistic expectations in men.

Mmmmhmm, I think I might be able to write something interesting soon. I don't know, I've just got this feeling! Ahaha, have a good Friday guys! Take care

Love comes again

Today, I officially give up. Just like how I gave up on doing my Chemistry test at school, earlier this afternoon. Something tells me I'm going to fail the test. It was like, we had another half an hour or so to go, everyone was still busy with the test and there I was, writing little notes to myself in my school journal and thinking about what I might have for dinner.

If you don't know the answer, you just don't know it, right? The answer's not going to pop right into your head, not even if you stare at the question a little longer, a little harder. (Actually, sometimes it does. But........ That's sort of beside the point I'm trying to make.) And if you've lost yourselves at sea, you've lost each other. End of story. Ahah, I tell such bad stories!

This is too dry. I need to find a new hobby. Delete this later, maybe.

People wear out too easily.

This one's for Danella: "What did Batman really say to Robin?"

Dang, it's Monday tomorrow! Which means school. Time to start counting down to the weekend, yet again. This is one vicious cycle I can't wait to break.

Today, I found out that my friend gets calls from JCs. (Yea, hi Cons.) She's living THE life...... I don't even get calls. And when I do, it's from someone unimportant. Nothing personal, guys.

Nut taught cat. class with me today. (That's what bestfriends are for.....) I honestly don't remember being that horrible, at age 9. I was planning to go for the 11 o'clock mass, but left to have lunch with my friends instead. Ok, so it wasn't exactly lunch because I only ordered an iced tea for myself. I chose iced tea over God. That's rotten, I know.

There's still the evening mass. I think everyone deserves a second chance. And maybe a few more chances after that 'second chance'.

Something good soon, I promise. Bye!

Hey everyone! I went to school today, and it was fun. Above average. I have the coolest friends, hands down! Anyway, I had an epiphany during my Chemistry lesson. I figured that maybe I haven't been living life to its fullest. Compromising who I am, my values and beliefs, all to please someone else? Yea, that is pretty low. I've decided to live my life to the fullest. I start tomorrow. Watch out, world! (Something about concentrated sulphuric acid being a dehydrating agent, triggered the sudden realisation.)

All right, have a good Thursday! Take care=)

Look at what I found in my hard disk

Ahaha, I might have no friends left after this. (Friends forever, guys!)