Wait! They don't love you like I love you.

Hello, how are things? I have been busy with this and that. Nothing especially significant. I watched my grandma's arm fat swing like heavy washing in the wind the other day. Can't care for body image anymore. The "perfect body" is overrated. We don't need it. We don't need it like we need Love.

Oh, it'll be Halloween soon! Lisa invited me to join her on a guided ghost tour. I had to reject. Ghost tours aren't really my kind of thing. The tour was going to be guided by some kid named Adam Michaels by birth. (Self- proclaimed hottie and qualified ghost buster.) He goes by the name Lloyd now, and he'll only respond to Lloyd. I'm so serious. The few times I accidentally called him Adam, he stared at me like as though he was trying to steal my soul. Americans........ They're so hard to understand. (Ahah, I'm not sure if he's even American.)

I think I'll make a pumpkin frittata this Halloween. Although you know, I might get lazy; Besides, I have other plans for my Halloween dinner. Plans that involve lamb.

Anyway, get your hands on the MSTRKRFT remix of Metric's Monster Hospital, if you haven't already. It will blow your brains out. Wow whee wah!

Write soon. Stay gold, so much love.

What up, how is everyone?

It's always just dad and me at church on Sundays, because my mom claims she prays at home. Ever since we sold my sister off to an Englishman over 5 years ago, we never really kept tabs. And my brothers sort of developed allergies to God and the religion in their late teens. Anyway, breakfast was free at church today because it's Father Paul's birthday, or something. Sometimes, I feel that the rest of my family miss out on so much. We've got 3 resident priests at church, right? So that's 3 birthdays a year, which means 3 free breakfasts a year. And that's not even including all the other occasions when they give out free food at church. I don't think I know any other place that provides at least 3 free breakfasts per year. But more importantly, they miss out on everything else. Like, the word.

Caught up with some friends. Cally mostly. The rest were out smoking trash in the car park. Seriously, smokers and drinkers are sinners, guys. This reminds me of the Saturdays when Lesa and I would try to get ourselves drunk on Jolly Shandy before cat. class. Yea, Jolly Shandy. Lesa was a real bad influence...........

OMG, and then Alethea appeared from out of nowhere! Apparently, she's in town for the Avenged Sevenfold concert. So hardcore! I remember in primary school, she used to be crazy about Avril Lavigne and the Backstreet Boys. Or was that you, Elle? It definitely wasn't me. I know for sure I was 'N Sync all the way.

Anyway, I watched some show last week, where one of the really cool characters had bangs. It made me feel that anyone without bangs, just wasn't cool enough. I would shun everyone without bangs, and also all the people who looked stupid with their bangs. It was insane! I had to walk around the house with improvised bangs for a couple of days, before I could finally get Bangs out of my system.

Haha, all right. Bye!

I got oats in my pony tail at breakfast. What a mess at half past 6 in the morning. It was a blessing in disguise, though. It really woke me up for my early paper. Anyway, Nut and I had a few hours to kill before our next paper in the afternoon, so we went to the entertainment centre near the interchange to watch High School Musical 3. (Not recommended) We wanted to watch House Bunny, but that movie is so last month, that it isn't still showing.

My mom picked me up from school today. I figured while she was trying not to crash our car, would be the best time to ask her for some money to get my hair done. (Been thinking about when to pop the question all week.) We were tuned in to BBC, and they just wouldn't stop talking about the credit crunch. It's all the rave, right now. I don't think anybody really cares that Richard Garriott is back from outer space. (Space tourist returns from 10 day $30M orbital trip.) And, I don't think anyone really cares that a toddler got shot at by an 18 year old boy on a dare, either. Boys are so ridiculous. (Yes offence, boys.)

So anyway, back to the world in Crisis. BBC reported (thus ruining my moment to pop the question) that people in Germany have stopped going to salons to get their hair cut, because they just can't afford it anymore. It's sad. And if you really think about it, haven't we been so impractical all this while? Paying to get our hair cut, when it always grows back? I mean- ignoring all the people in the world with hair issues for just a bit- maybe we should cut our own hair, because it doesn't cost any money and it always grows back.

Anyway, look. Right there in our fridge, in between the cereal and bottle of olives..... Credit crunch. It's EVERYWHERE. Ahaha............. At school, we would call this "Finding Humour". (I am on a Habits of Mind roll.)

Goodnight, everyone! Have a jolly good weekend

Comin' atcha from Lisa's attic!

I love attics. Attics are a place for Adventurez........ Anyway, I sort of banned myself from using the internet at home, which is why I haven't been writing here all week. A couple of days? Whatever

I found out about BRAND'S InnerShine Berry Essence a few days back. Lisa happened to have some at home. We're making animal shaped popsicles out of the berry essence, which are taking about an eternity to turn into the solid/popsicle state. (Lisa has Animal Farm themed ice trays. Tell me about it!) Anyway according to the BRAND'S website, they are made with 100% premium quality berries. I have this theory that that isn't true. I believe there are impurities in there. And impurities lower the freezing point of things. Which fully explains why our "you- should- be- an- animal- shaped- popsicle- by- now" popsicles, aren't already popsicles.

Wow, did you see that? I just applied my past knowledge to a present situation. (HOM alert!) HOM: Habits of Mind. My school is so into this 'Habits of Mind' thing. Especially my Math teacher. She used to return our assignments with HOM stamps at the top. (Eg: Communicating with clarity, striving for accuracy, applying past knowledge in present situations.... Etc, etc.) For Youth Day, we got this folder decorated with ALL 16 (I think there are 16) Habits of Mind. Sweet, I love my school so much. There really isn't any other place like it=(

Anyway the day after our English papers, Tat told us that she'd thrown all her English notes away. I found that really exciting, and couldn't wait to get home to do the same. But fortunately, a great idea came to me before I threw my notes out.

In fact, great ideas came to me. Plural, with the 's'. How awesome. Anyway, here are my great ideas, in no particular order:
a) Make the same mistake that Tat made, and make no money.
b) Sell them to the man who buys old TV sets and newspapers, and make maybe...... A dollar fifty? Or
c) Sell them as a "Nail the O'levels" textbook hamper for More than a dollar fifty, to some stupid Sec 3 girl- We have tonnes of them at school! (AHAHAHA)
OR d) I could wait till I get my results, which I am hoping will be V. Gd. like, a single digit. So I can tell everyone that my textbooks are magical, and then sell them for Even more than a dollar fifty.

I personally like the last idea a lot. (>> $1.50, hello?! HI! Ahaha. Stop it, Justine!) I really don't know, though. With more money, comes greater risk. What if my grades aren't good enough for magical textbooks? Everyone would've gotten their textbooks by then, and nobody's going to even bat an eyelash at me. It's almost like >>$1.50 or Nothing.

Here's some advice, guys, don't buy bonds. Give your money to your parents. Your mom will most probably win you $30 every Friday night. (Mah jong) She will, however, spend half of it paying for a cab ride home after midnight. I think that's just what people mean when they say "you win some and you lose some".

Got to bounce. Watch this space! Take care

Tomorrow will be Freja's first day at school

Hold out for the ones you know will love you

Hello

We've nothing in our fridge apart from a jar of bird's nest, some carrots, a drawer of grapefruits (Seriously, what the hell? There are, like, at least 15 in there.), milk past its best before date of 12 OCT 08 16: 42 and a jar Borges' of pitted Spanish olives. Yea, plus the usual raw fish and chicken. What good is a fridge without raw food? Hey I think the real question here is, what good is raw food without someone to cook it? Yea, my mom's out....... Having fun. And, I'm guessing food too.

I'm starving. Unintentionally. The jar of bird's nest seemed to be calling out to me, but I remain hesitant. I have faint memories of my mom telling me not to eat it because it's my grandmother's. Or something. I can't remember. What faint memories. But, you know I might just have it if I can get the jar open. I've got to sit for big exams all week, next week. This is BRAND'S Bird's Nest. Like very coincidentally, all the top scorers for our national exams take BRAND'S Essence of Chicken, or something. (Hey Elle, you may not know this because you're hardly ever in Singapore to see the posters, but you know who else takes BRAND'S? Utt. *GASP!* Haha) So I've realised bird's nest in a jar isn't exactly the same as liquified chicken in a jar. But it's still BRAND'S.... In a jar.

Oh. I found waffles in the freezer actually, but I don't approve of carbohydrates after sunset. Ahaha, I'm kidding. We're out of Aunt Jemima. Waffles are not waffles without Aunt Jemima. (That's what we call maple syrup at home/the brand of maple syrup we use.) My mom made us organic buckwheat pancakes the other day, which tasted like cardboard. (Normal wheat flour is so hazardous for our blood type.) My brother did this thing where he like........ Was inconsiderate, and finished all the maple syrup with his pancakes.

Ok, gotsssstogo. Laterzzzz!

I can't believe that last week was my last official week of classes. What am I supposed to do with this whole week of No Classes? Study on my own, or something? Pssh..... Ok, actually my teachers have so kindly arranged extra classes for us. Extra classes that are optional. And optional extra classes are, I dunno..... Very optional?

This is Intense. My own fate left in my own hands, to be decided.

That's all. Good night.

Good evening! How are things? My dad got himself one of those bulky and strange looking cameras recently. You know the kind that weighs 3 kg or more, and apparently, takes really good photographs? (2562.514 megapixels, ya'll.) All right, it does take really good photographs. I've seen. I've also seen my own blackheads in the photographs.

My dad has guilelessly compiled an album, with the photographs he's taken with the above mentioned camera. The album now rests gloriously on our coffee table. I guess I shouldn't worry too much, because we seldom get visitors. And even when we do get visitors, a lot of times, we pretend nobody's home.

One sunny afternoon with no haze in sight, I was in our living room watching the TV. After some time, I noticed a man at our gate, ringing our doorbell that was not working. I really didn't feel like going up to my room to throw on something decent, or to do my hair. I decided to lie very still on the sofa, and tried to cover my whole body with cushions. Haha actually, I'm not so sure about the "we pretend nobody's home" bit. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm the only one who does it.

Anyway, I think I look like the poster girl for the proverbial "U- G- L- Y! You ain't got no alibi" situation, in almost all of the photographs in the album.

Gotta study now. Big exams coming up..... Laters!

I had 4 showers between 12 am and 11 am today. What a strange morning. Anyway, I am trying to de- complicate my life, one complication at a time. So far, so good. More honestly, it's almost becoming boring.

Been listening to nothing but Au Revoir Simone lately. Lately, meaning the last three and a half weeks? They have this effect on me. I think this Thursday will be the last time I will listen to them, until maybe......... The day I decide to do a major hard disk cleanup. Possibly a day in June 2011.

Ok. Really tired now. Write tomorrow. Goodbye!

Howdy ho everybody! My last week of school's been legendary so far. Was in school for an hour on Monday, left a couple of hours too early on Tuesday, spent the first half of Wednesday being punished for Tuesday's boo- boo, and then posed for a few class pictures today.

I'm almost finished with Tuesdays with Morrie. The book fills my heart! Morrie reminds me of a dying owl. Dying..... And, so wise. If you haven't already read it, you should.

Today, Velda shared her Blueberry Morning cereal with me at Physics class. Since it was going to be our last lesson sitting side by side, I thought I'd make small talk with her. I ignore her three quarters of the time. (Ahaha!) She's always "Justine, if sodium hydroxide reacts with bla bla bla, (a bunch of technical stuff)......" Most of the time, I haven't got even the slightest clue to what she's saying.

Today's casual conversation went something like,
J: "Hey Velda! How come you don't have your cereal with milk?"
V: "You mean it's nice with milk?"
J: *GASP!*
V: ???????
J: *GASP!* some more

Yea, I almost died. I have been gasping a lot. I should stop gasping. Especially over the internet. I am even starting to gasp at the wrong times. What a bad habit. What is the more normal way to express extreme shock?

Anyway, I ended up calling her an alien, which made her not want to share her cereal with me anymore. Then, I asked her about her boyfriends and stuff. I called her 'Velda Da Playa' for a bit, after she told me that she's never been in a relationship that's lasted for at least a year. Which I think annoyed her. (I never have decent conversations with anybody....... )

I hung out at Lisa's place after school, to alter some of her clothes. She hardly ever buys the right size of clothing for herself. After pricking myself with a needle 6 times in half an hour, I decided to workout on her treadmill instead.

I felt like a hamster, because everyone was watching me run. (Just like how some people watch their own hamsters run on the hamster wheel.) That's everyone, including her housekeeper and 'rather attractive 2 years older than me' older brother, David. It made me feel very self- conscious. According to David, never in our 16 years of friendship, has he seen me run. He described it as 'surreal'.

Haha. I just IM- ed him the URL to a website with tonnes of videos of people, whom you might have previously thought couldn't run, actually running.
http://davidiwantyou-togetalife.com

Oh!!!! I've been drooling quite a lot, lately. I'd just be sitting somewhere watching the world go by/waiting for my bus, and then suddenly, I'd feel drool on my arm. So strange. I think it's stress related, or something.

I have to get some work done now. Take care

HI! Today, I realised that it wasn't just my cell phone that was stolen in August. *GASP!* All the numbers that are so important to me are gone too. Yes, it takes me nearly 2 months to realise this.

Mariah called me this morning. If we were still in pre- stolen cell phone times, BOOBS would've appeared on my caller ID. (Mariah is a walking, talking human breast.) Anyway, today is now, and now is post- stolen cell phone times. All that flashed on my screen was 90000000. Ahaha ok, not really. That's just her hp number rounded off to 1 significant figure.

I didn't pick up/return the call. I mean, admittedly, I have kind of a "stranger on the other side of the telephone line" phobia. When I was only fourteen, I answered a call from an unknown number. *GASP!* And all the lady on the end of the line did, was scream at me in Chinese. I was unable to look at my cell phone for like, a week, after that.

All right, I'm going to get into the shower now! Love you all=)

Yes, we are pretending to be in love again.

School has become such a sad place! Everyone's either worked up, sleepy, or not there. Ran off when I still had the chance, to get some work done with Nut. A different Friday, a different McDonald's. The McServers spoke Japanese all morning, in honour of their new wasabi fish burger. I'm not kidding!

Quick party at Dover, on Saturday evening. Dover is almost like another country. It's so far. I had to travel across barren and distant lands, by bus and train.

Got home and caught up with Steve online. We took turns quizzing each other on emoticons. Steve can't stand them. I secretly think that emoticons can be great fun.

Emo: ///_-
Alive among zombies: (x(x_(X_x(O_o)x_x)_X)x)
Dancing: (>")>
Flying Spaghetti Monster: ~(O_o)~
Playing ping- pong: (>'.')>=O____l_*__O=<('.'<)

You can get the full list of common emoticons off Wikipedia. You might also want to check out the parody religion known as The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Something proper soon. I'm going to bed now. Night all! Have a good Sunday.

Today was a big waste of a day, work- wise. I've been having so many of these sort of days, it's making me feel so guilty. My classmates work into the AM! They're so unique. Admirable, also. Sometimes, I don't bring my homework home. On purpose. And most of the times, I can't find my homework. Not on purpose. I am making changes. Things will be different tomorrow.

Lisa came over to watch our TV for awhile, in the afternoon. Her dad hasn't paid their cable bills for some time now. She only watches STAR World, so basically her TV at home is dead to her. She finished all our jam cookies and dill chips in half an hour. What the eff? Seriously, who goes to their friend's house and...... Does that? Ahaha anyway, we sniffed magic markers for a bit. And I managed to do a few math questions.

Ok, this is the end. Sleep sweet! Stay golden, guys

Helloooooo October!

Today feels magical! I feel like I can accomplish anything I want today. Unshackled! Isn't that great? I think it's great! What a refreshing change from yesterday. Anyway, I got like...... 7 "Happy Children's Day" wishes at midnight. Jebus, people! Where are your priorities? I didn't even get that many birthday wishes at midnight. (Ahaha!)

Oh, we can finally see the cherry oak flooring of my room now. Nice...... Nobody's been able to see the cherry oak flooring since late July. My room was _________. (Can't find the right word right now.) My room looked like one of those clothes stores at the mall during a sale. The only difference was that every piece of clothing I liked, was my size. How often does that happen during a sale? Not very. Anyway, the air reeked of cheap nail polish. Like, "$2 per bottle, will stain your nails" kind of cheap nail polish. And my mom stopped coming into my room about 3 weeks ago. I don't know why or even how, I put up with stumbling and tripping in the dark for so long. All it took me, was 5 minutes to transfer everything from the floor to the top bunk. (Nobody sleeps on the top bunk.)

Been on the computer ever since. Surfed the interweb for a bit. Downloaded new music. (Ace!) Deleted the meaningless rap music I listened to, when dinosaurs walked the earth. I've decided that I want only Meaning in my life and in my hard disk. I can't even remember the days when I would listen to 50 cent and that juvenile groper, R. Kelly. Ha! Actually, I can. (I am slightly embarrassed now.) 2 years ago. Hip hop was The Deal back then.

What else happened today? I reconnected with a friend who relocated to Vancouver in 2005. She told me that she'd actually forgotten that I exist. Ouch. Then, she told me not to take it the wrong way. HA! Is there a right way? Is there, Vanessa?!?!!!! Ahaha.... But I'm not taking it personally. Because they're all on crystal meth up there. (Just extra information, meth's nicknamed 'yaa baa' in Thailand. Ha hah ha.)

I'm on a roll here. I think I might even do my Math and Science homework! Although, you know, I am kind of sleepy right now. Forgive me if this thing is riddled with typos. All right, I'm outta here! So much love

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I love the whole world.

Really.

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