Justine

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.