On a hot and sunny Saturday at the supermarket, my dad and I spent 15 minutes deciding whether we should get sweet potatoes that were from Australia, grown locally, or those tagged "Japan sweet potatoes (Vietnam)". We picked the Japan sweet potatoes from Vietnam, and lived happily ever after. The end.

Aha, ok wait, so the fishmonger, right? The fish washer guy? Whichever, you know the one who cleans out the fish guts and removes the scales for you at the supermarkets? Yea, that one. That one was trying to chat my mom up! Psssh, what kind of pick up line is "A Yellowtail for you, ma' am?", anyway? My mom, having left the dating field about a century ago, had no clue. In fact, she was sending out the wrong signals. She was all "Ooh... Yea, looking fresh." And she even............. (Wait for it) She even.................. Touched the fish.

I had to do something, because you know, ever since my dad left us- to pick up some muesli from aisle 7- it's been just 'Mom and I'. Ok, and honestly, my dad has no idea that I know this. But I know that he wasn't at aisle 7, picking up muesli. Because while I went around looking for Campbell's 25% Less Sodium Tomato Soup, I found him Not at aisle 7. Spotted: D (D for Dad) at the magazine stand, flipping through Men's Health. Unaware that Simon (read from name tag), head of the fish department, was trying to impress my mom (his wife) with his vast knowledge of..... Fish.

So I stood next to my mom, unimpressed, and gave Simon The Look. You know, the one that looks sorta like "Dude.... I am her teenage daughter. Therefore, she is not single and ready to mingle". He obviously didn't get The Look, because he wasn't even looking at me. (Ahaha!) So I shouted "MOM! I'm going to get a box of Handi- Snacks!". Right at that moment, I saw from his eyes, that his world had just crashed down around him. He shot me a look of despair. Yea ok, so maybe he did not shoot me a look of despair. So..... I am exaggerating. Slightly.

If you read this by any chance, Simon, I don't think you're too bad looking yourself. I know you know this. I mean, you must already know this because I think that it is a job requirement for you. But everyone says this to me whenever I get rejected/canned, so I will also say this to you. There are many fish in the ocean.

Oh, and then my mom got totally pissed at me and disowned me for like half an hour, after I pushed our shopping cart into some annoying kid who was probably 8 years old? But was acting like a 3 year old, with the height of a 6 year old. My mom was all "I'm so ashamed of you. I can't believe you just did that!" on my ass. Like as though it was my fault he's so short that I could pretend to not see him, and ram our cart into him. Well, I thought he deserved it. For being an annoying kid. You know, I think that's the price you pay for being an annoying kid at the supermarket.

All right, have to go. Goodbye, take care!

Hi everyone! We got in on some of the action by the bay, last night. I think Leeson was the best band that played. They were also kind of like the only band I listened to. So, you know, they might not have been the best band that played. But, I don't think anybody really cares, anyway. Oh uhh... I liked them so much, I bought their EP for a couple of dollars?

Gotta bounce. Sorry about being boring again! Something good soon, I promise. Watch this space!!!

Our English paper today was hard. I have bad vocabulary, and that's inspired me to read the dictionary. I dunno, though. I might get lazy. To be inspired to read the dictionary is one thing. To actually read the dictionary is.... Another thing. My friends and I had a vocabulary exercise 10 minutes before the paper. It was useless. Words like "antagonist" and "amiable" did not come out.

Cons taught me a new word over lunch, which I really like: Juxtaposition. Although, I really can't fit it into any of my sentences. Quite frankly, I only like it because it begins with "Ju", just like my name. It also has the letter "x" in it. And I like the letter "x". Juxtaposition. Juxtaposition. Juxtaposition. I just free- online- dictionary- ed "juxtaposition", but its meaning is different from the one Cons gave me. Hmmm.... What's up with that, Constance Tang Xing Xing?

Anyway, my friends are spotting topics for our History paper tomorrow- Hitler and Stalin. I was initially a very active member of the Lazy Girls Posse. The LGP: A group of nonthreatening girls who study 3% of the subject a couple of days before the exam. But, I don't think I meet the requirements anymore. I'm tired of studying, so I'm just going to go to bed, with less than 3% of History knowledge. (I know, I know, I haven't exactly been doing much studying, but.... Life is difficult, all right?) I'll have to withdraw my membership and sit alone at recess, now. We all have to make sacrifices, sometimes.

I just- like, 1 and a half minutes ago, when I was typed his name in the paragraph above- found out that Stalin's name is spelt with only one "l". Ohhhh myyyy goshhhhh, shocker!!!! (At least, I found out before my paper.) Yes, this is me. The Ultimate History Representative of 2008. I mean..... Guys, you get all your notes on time! Always! All thanks to? Justine, the mighty and ever efficient. I think I deserve to pass the subject by default. Halluuuu? Work for reward, reward for work? Meritocracy??? (Social Studies, fwahh!)

Ahaha! And, what kind of stupid sound might 'fwah' be? Ha ha. Gotta go. Sleep sweet, cruel world.

How are things? School was the same. Except, we had our Geography paper today. And we could go home at 9: 30 am. So I guess, it wasn't the same. Right now, I've got a craving for green tea. I think I might pass out if I don't drink some soon. I've got my Social Studies paper tomorrow. I think I will start studying......... Now. Actually, maybe in half an hour. Or, another couple of hours.

I am soooooo tired. I've no idea why. I hardly did anything which required much energy today. I've also been eating a lot. This is quite a mystery. Please dial 888- LOVE.

K, l8r! Take care everyone!

P.I.S.S.E.D.

I did not forget your birthday. I just did not wish you. (I'm not sure which is worse.) I'm sorry I used to be so sacred to sleepover at your place. Rock on, Rah Rah!

What a random day. Fed on magazines for awhile. Radio. Phone call from a friend, who talked about her life.... Zzzzzzarrghzzzzugghhh. In (other) words: The phone call made me feel bored, frustrated, bored, and then annoyed.

You know, today's one of those days where I just wanted to be left alone, to wrap myself up with myself and maybe try to figure a few things out. And listening to a friend go on about her problems, wasn't exactly my idea of "wrapping myself with myself". So much for 'Severe self- centredness' Sunday.

I am not Superwoman. I cannot magically transform your jerk of a boyfriend into a non- jerk. And.... I don't care that your parents have started you on an 11 o' clock curfew. And, I seriously don't care that you think your 24 inch (I'm just guessing) waist is fat.

You know, I think my fwend has too many problems for her own good. She should just change her name to Problematic Tan. And I think this is the part where everyone puts my name under their "Friends4Life!!!! NOT." list. But... You know, at least I stayed on the line. Ha ha ha.

Anyway........ I am declaring myself "emotionally unavailable". And, haha, I am not even sure what I exactly mean, when I say that I am "emotionally unavailable". But!!! I, Justine, am emotionally unavailable. As of today.

Wow. I'm being such an asshole. I think the whole "I am Justine, and I don't wash my hair daily" routine is really bringing out the asshole within. I mean, smelly/bad hair does equal asshole. Eg: Steven. (Aha! At least I still have a sense of humour! Phew.) So hormonal. Justine@extremelynegative-killmenow.com

The world is indeed chaotic. I wish the Lord would just take me. (I sure hope this is just PMS.) All right, goodnight! (And, I need to stop starting my sentences with 'And'.)

Hi, whassup suphylyon.blogspot readers!

I did feel uneasy about having no a cell phone, at first. Like, this group of girls were STARING at me when I took a clock out of my bag to check what time it was. Hello?? You only stare at girls who steal your boyfriends. And you know, not everyone owns a functional watch. Aaannd, maybe someone stole my cell phone 2 days back. I felt so mizzzunderstood......

Anyway, I've started carrying a phone book around with me. Ok, so maybe it isn't a phone book, but just my SUBWAY nutrition guide with a couple of people's numbers scribbled on. Ask me how many new additions I've made to my phone book 3 weeks from now, and I'd say 5. (Or I might've gotten a phone and ditched the whole phone book idea altogether.)

I think I could go on like this forever. Borrowing cell phones from strangers isn't as difficult as they say it is, once you get the hang of things, really. I was just wondering, though, is it rude if I ask "may I please borrow someone's Nokia phone?". I mean, if I specify what brand of phone I'd like to borrow. A table of people gave me these really weird faces when I asked them that, before one of the boys produced a Nokia from his pocket.

You know, I was so desperate to own a cell phone when I was 11, I actually asked my dad to please not get me a pony, but a cell phone instead. I can't quite remember why I wanted one so badly, but I think it had something to do with me wanting to play "Snake". Actually, I think it had a lot to do with me wanting to play "Snake". I mean, if at 16 years old, I have no one to call, who could I possibly have had to call back then, at the tender age of 11?

Anyway, I sat at Macs today, where their air conditioning system was on "Arctic Freeze" mode. (Nothing new there.) I was so cold, I couldn't even grip my stationery properly. That ultimately hindered my productivity. And then my good for nothing iPod ran out of battery, so I had to listen to McMusic for like.... Over 4 hours. Besides trying to tune out the lousy music, I also had to tune out a bunch of kids talking to each other really loudly, in bad English. And then I concluded that every McDonald's has their own 'bunch of kids talking to each other really loudly, in bad English'. Uhhh nkasldfj McKids......

Take the Macs near school, for example. We, convent girls, frikken rule that MacDonald's, I tell you. All right, in all honesty, it's the younger convent girls who really rule the Macs. (Those younger than 16.) I dunno........ I guess the sight of ketchup sends their hearts racing. You really can't blame them for screaming into their friends' faces, which more often than not, is only 6 cm from their own. You just can't.

We, older convent girls.... Don't eat fast food. Ew, fast food. Gag.

All right, I'm going to have a power nap now. Take care!

Ps: Anyone know how to get my ifrikkenPod to tell time? It'll save me the trouble of carrying a clock around. And stares, also.

BRATZZ

Good evening!

Myself: "Janice! Guess what?! Some guy stole my phone on the train today!"
J dawg: "OH MAH GAT! What happened?!"
Myself: "I think it's partly my fault because my zipper wasn't fully zipped. But... He reached into my bag, and just took it!!!!!!!!!!!!"
J dawg: "OH MAH GAT! You saw?!?!?"

After that, I had to focus all my attention on the hand- dryer, to overcome the strong urge I had to flush her nice long hair into the toilet bowl. (We were talking in the toilet.) Like as though anyone would just watch as some guy steals their cell phone from their schoolbag. And maybe my bag was not "not fully zipped", it might've been... "Not zipped at all". But...... Speechless. (SHOCKED AT HOW EVIL MEN CAN BE TO PRAYERFUL AND COMPASSIONATE CONVENT SCHOOLGIRLS.)

Actually, this isn't a very big deal for me- Not like the Tim Tams yesterday. I don't even use my cell phone that much. When I do use it a lot though, it's to send mass text messages like: #___ f 415$ @Lm7 / / // <'__ 25x Mars)0. And I think my friends will be totally cool with the fact that they will never ever again, receive such text messages in the middle of the night. Although you know, I kind of started using my cell phone regularly again, like a regular teenager a few days back. And it is, I hate to admit, kind of difficult to use my cell phone like a regular teenager, without actually having a cell phone=(

Anyway, Natasha is so self- obsessed. During English class, our teacher cracked another one of her non- laughable jokes, yet again. (Rachy, you sure missed out on.. Nothing!) And right after the whole awkward, "HA HA HA! Not" moment, I turned to look at Nut, so that we could sync our eye rolling. But Nut was just looking at the ground, smelling her hair. So, I just rolled my eyes on my own. In fact, I rolled twice- To make up for Nut's lack of reaction to the horrible joke. Wait, can we still call it a 'joke'? I mean, nobody even laughed. Like seriously.............. Maybe I'll get her a "Stand up Comedy For Dummies" book for Teacher's Day. Wait, I won't even be in school on that day. I guess I won't get her the book, then.

And they thought they were doing the right thing, putting Nut right at the back of the class (which also happens to be far far away from Justine), to smell her own hair.

Oh! Nerine Mak, who is like our (Nut and I) top competitor for the "Not in skool, when you're supposed to be in skool, punk!" title, told me that "Skipping school is not the right thing, but the wise thing". And when she found out that almost a quarter of our class isn't going to be at school tomorrow, she tried convincing me to come over to the darkside with her. After doing some really complex calculations, I realised that I might have to give school a miss tomorrow, if I want to keep my title.

Decisions...... (Gee, life is so tough, sometimes!)

All right, cya when I cyaa! So much love

Hi guys! Mariah brought Tim Tams to school today! Whoohooo!!! I knowwww.... "Big whoop, Justine!" But, school was so ridiculous today, that the packet of Tim Tams was a big deal- At least, for me. According to Amelia, Tim Tams are the number one cause of death in the USA. Ahaha! Nawww, she didn't say that. She just said that they're The Unhealthiest Snacks on Earth! And that we should like, totally not eat them. She actually shot me evil looks of disapproval as I stuffed my face with a Tim Tam. I was so afraid, I stopped after my second one. But really, they're just tonnes of calories disguised as little innocent chocolate coated biscuits. So actually, I'm grateful that Amelia was there to be all down- to- earth and anti- Tim Tams, about the Tim Tams. Who knows what might've happened? I mean, I might have eaten..... More.

This is so strange. I have "no inspiration to blog". This never happens! What's happening?! Aha, actually this happens a lot. Anyway, I've been checking Little Boots out on MySpace for the last half an hour. Not exactly History/homework- That's what I told everyone I was doing. Ahahslkfd rrrrrr!

Ok then, gotta go now. History calls! Study study all