Itinerary: Party, Burglary, Injection, Physics & Public Speaking Fear

A litany of prominent events occurred today. Or are about to happen.

First off, I had the 2007 class party in school today. McDonald's and apple crumble cake were among the food on the menu. I was stuffed after that and couldn't even eat lunch -which is now still sitting on the kitchen table, untouched.

Secondly, the house two doors away from mine got ransacked and the burglar(s) escaped. The ladder used to enter the house through the roof is still left vertically there. The cops are coming to administer the crime.

Thirdly, (what is about to happen) my brother and I are going to get a Hepatitis B jab soon due to our low antibody count -apprehensively low, especially mine. Antibodies are vital for immunity and in preventing pathogens from damaging cells. So it is crucial that I get this injection that I've been longing for for several days now.

Fourthly, I have a minor physics test on Heat tomorrow. Physics is one of my adored subjects but revising is not one of my favourite hobbies.

Lastly, I have an English oral presentation tomorrow on the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. This is going to be dreadful since I have a fear of speaking in public and my voice cracks when I talk in front of an audience. This causes me to stammer at times, too. Joy. And I despise poems. Double joy. But my fear of speaking in public is slowly evaporating. True joy.

Side note: There are genuine statistics that show that humans are more afraid of speaking in public than they do death. I believe I am in this category. Oh boy.

Anyway, I have to go for my Hep B shot now. I'm sure my brother is having cold feet now since he is trying to procrastinate the appointment; but to no avail. Oh, well. He just has to suck it up. Ironically, I am eager to get it. I hope it isn't too painful or stingy. Oh, well. I just have to suck it up, too.


10 Questions You'd Like To Ask Me

Both the interviewer and interviewee are the same person: Me.

Tell me, why do you hate vegetables (and fruits)?
Well, I was raised to love vegetables. And forced in the process. Therefore, I detest it now. And I have a problem with chewing and swallowing them. Fruits are so...fruity.

And why in the world do you dislike pizza (and cheese)? Everyone loves them.
I'm not part of everyone. Cheese stink. Pizza is practically cheese. And I hate the toppings on it.

What is your favourite pastime?
I enjoy reading storybooks very much. And writing as well. I'm also a movie buff. I like reading, too. And perusing. Did I mention reading? Oh, drinking water, too. I'm always thirsty. And reading. I know, I'm annoying myself, too.

Since you love reading, do you like poetry?
That is a big fat NOPE. Shakespeare is in my list of people I find no interest in.

How do you see yourself in another twenty years?
I see myself clearly. Just kidding. I'd be an adult, flying planes, have written several good books, blogging and serving God. Married with kids, too. But my life is in God's hands.

Do you like hot or cold?
In terms of food, I like both. I like really cold stuff like ice cubes and really hot stuff like curry and chilli. In terms of weather, I love the cold. But I've never seen snow.

What's your favourite colour?
It's blue today. Probably purple tomorrow. Didn't have a favourite colour yesterday.

What's your favourite piece of clothing?
Uh, pajamas. I sleep a lot.

What's the best email you've ever received?
An email reply from one of my favourite authors, Melissa Kantor. I had a blissful week after that.

What's the worst email you've ever received?
Do I need to list all? The list is long. In a nutshell, all emails sent by my mother are the worst ones. If I were to follow all of the guidelines and be cautious about everything, I'd go senile. But I know she means good.

What are you allergic to?
Vegetables and fruits. Please tell my parents that. OK, I'm not allergic to anything, really.

It's a wrap.
Good. You're nosy.

Hah. I am you. So if I'm nosy, so are you. I mean, me. You. You-me.
Yeah. Yeah. Hush. Don't confuse me.

Disclaimer: No, I am not nuts. Just explaining myself a little better about some of my insane traits. Ha-ha. And there are actually 11 questions. But 10 is an even number and it sounds better to me.


Ear Tragedy

I slept with the earphones in my ear last night. I can't believe it. I am not usually so uncouth. The radio player (in my handphone) was in mute mode as I was reading a book. I forgot to unmute it and fell asleep without switching the radio off. I woke up this morning to find one side of the earphones still in my right ear and my handphone's battery bar dwindled -the radio was turned on the whole night but in mute.

Oh. And I woke up with an exruciating pain on my right ear. The piece of plastic was in my ear the whole time I was rolling and turning and lying on my face. My ear!

I probably won't be using earphones for a while. Headphones, maybe? No, too big.

Well, every cloud has a silver lining so thankfully the radio wasn't blasting in my ear the whole time; otherwise, my eardrums!

My right ear hurts.


Uncensored Facts

You Are Chinese Food

Exotic yet ordinary.

People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.

I am a Chinese, after all.

You Are Very Skeptical

Your personal motto is: "Prove it."

While some ideas, like life after death, may seem nice...

You aren't going to believe them simply because it feels good.

You let science and facts be your guide... Even if it means you don't share the beliefs of those around you.

Ha, what a surprise.

You Scored an A

You got 10/10 questions correct.

It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.
If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.
As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.
And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.


You Are 80% Tortured Genius

You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse.
Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst.


You Are 92% Bipolar

You have some serious ups and downs, maybe to the point of endangering your own life.
Consult a doctor to see if you may truly have bipolar disorder.

I had a hunch that I was bipolar.

You Are Trinity

"Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again."


You Probably Couldn't Be a Vegetarian

The truth is, you really like your meat - a lot more than you like animals.
For you, being vegetarian is hardly even a choice. You'll take steak over tofu any day.
A vegetarian lifestyle is not in the cards for you. You're just not going to go there!

Don't intend to be one, anyway.

You Are A Woman!

Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.
You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.
You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.
This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!

I am sure glad that I'm a woman.

You Are 80% Perfectionist

You are a true perfectionist. You are both demanding of yourself and others.
While it's great to have goals and standards, they don't need to be sky high!

Great, just great.


Surprise! Me.

I just got back from a surprise party. For ME! It was in conjunction with my sixteenth birthday! The party was held at a friend's house.

I'm still at a loss for words. It was a surprise, alright. I nearly got a heart attack when my (phenomenal) friends jumped out from behind the fridge with a concerted yell SURPRISE! My mouth was probably hanging to the floor and my friends got a kick out of my bemused and astonished expression plastered on my face. I even jumped when they yelled SURPRISE! My friend wanted to pinch me to convince me that I wasn't dreaming.

My birthday was actually on the 26th of September but there was no way of celebrating it since there were finals. Thus, they chose to surprise me today. Everyone was in it -including my mother! I was the only one unaware of it; luckily, or it would have spoiled the surprise. I have to admit, I have never ever been this shocked in my life. I was usually a calm person; well, most of the time.

I had suspected that something was fishy when everyone kept asking me if I was free on Saturday (today) but a surprise birthday party NEVER crossed my mind at all. The sole reason I went to my friend's house was to do a get well card for an ailing pastor; according to her. Well, now I know that it was all made up. But we decided to do the card for the pastor -he was really sick- anyway in the end. I also did a card with an ice-cream cover since I had nothing to do whilst my perfectionist friend cut perfect circles for flowers.

We talked about almost everything from politics to crimes to cows' tails to ghosts to friends to movies to jokes. There were probably many more but I can't remember. I was having too good a time.

We ate McDonald's, ice-cream and I got a fourth birthday cake! It was chocolate and it was creamy -exactly my kind of cake.

This party reminded me of an essay I wrote about a girl who was upset because the people closest to her forgot her birthday but they were all along planning a surprise party for her. My friend reminded me that I was very much like that girl in my essay -only the people closest to me actually remembered my birthday.

In a nutshell, I had a blast with my wonderful and hilarious friends and this sixteenth surprise birthday party is definitely one for the books!

Thanks for one of the best days of my life, guys! You really got me this time.


Oh, brother!

It's about time I mentioned something about the pest in my family -my brother.

The following is a short essay I wrote about my immature, callow, pesky and aggravating 19-year-old elder brother -I can come up with more adjectives than that, trust me.

But before you start to think of me as such a loving and kind-hearted sister, you should just know beforehand that this essay was forced, not out of my own sheer will. OK, forced wasn't exactly the right word; assigned was more like it. It was an assignment and I chose to write about my brother. Can I be any more daft? Anyway, here goes:

My brother is one of the most unique individuals I've known. He's a very down-to-earth person and would always be the last person to break a person's heart; excluding me, of course. Though he sometimes may be treading on my toes and talk gibberish, he has a knack for humour and would always make me erupt into fits of laughter. He has a yellow streak when it comes to insects; lizards being the occasional problem. A piercing scream would always be heard whenever any part of a lizard is in view. He may seem timid and bashful most of the time around girls, but his warm heart and wit would always capture their hearts at the end of the day. Oh, and he's like me because he's part of the family!

As much as I say I hate him or as much as he irritates me or as much as he makes flummery comments or as much as he eats and sleeps, he's still my brother at the end of the day and-

Signing off now.


Best Brain Advice

Almost everyone in life would somehow receive that one advice that would be the Best Advice ever given to them. Well, I just got it. I got that one advice that turned out to be the Best Advice ever given to me. But I can't really affirm it now since I've only lived 16 years on Earth but so far, this is the one statement that smacked realisation dab in my face: You can never overload your brain.

Why is that, you may ask?

Well, with exams always looming and with my detestable habit of studying at the eleventh hour, I was constantly at a rush to complete the reading materials for the exams. As a result, I had to burn the candle at both ends and I had always thought that my brain would explode as a resultant effect of my memorising and studying too much in such a short time. It seemed feasible to me when I was in that spot. Obviously, that didn't happen -my brain is still fine. I was merely overwhelmed and moronically challenged.

And that's when my high school class teacher of 2007 unleashed the words that would etch my brain forever. Hypothetically.

Einstein used 7% of his brain. We don't even have to talk about my brain. I am probably using only 0.000001%. OK, maybe <2%.>


The 3 Bs

Finals of year 2007 are over. It's now time for the dreadful and daunting part: Getting the results.

As I laid down in bed one previous night, I encountered an epiphany and a new self-made motto struck my mind: Be Humble, Be Thankful, Be Happy. Each of these represents something.

Be humble with good grades.

Be thankful with bad grades.

Be happy with all grades.

In this way, I wouldn't brag nor would I feel discouraged or upset about my results. But this motto only applies for my post-examination period. Fortunately, there aren't any disheartening results...yet.


Curtsy Gone Awry

OK, so, I tried curtsying. It was a bad idea.

This was all the fault of the author of a book I was reading. It described the technique to curtsy in one part of the story. To quote part of it: Place your right toe behind your left heel, bend your head and do a deep knee bend with your left knee. Then lift yourself up and hold your back straight. It's as beautiful as a butterfly.

Well, let me tell you, I wasn't a butterfly at all. More like a caterpillar; struggling to emerge from a cocoon. Needless to say, I pretty much looked like I was in pain. I was in pain, actually. Both knees needed to be bent, not just the left one; I found this out later.

So there I was in solitude in my bedroom, curtsying with bending my left knee only. It hurt a tad.

But when I found out the more appropriate and painless way to curtsy -I saw it in a video- I tried it and it wasn't so bad...I hope!

Every girl should try curtsying at least once in a lifetime. But don't hurt yourself attempting it.



The other day, my mother asked my father to eat a dragon fruit because it is rich in enzymes. Amazed that my parents would even know what enzymes were since enzymes were in my biology high school syllabus, I decided to test them.

I asked them what enzymes were. I knew the answer: Enzymes were proteins which act as catalysts to speed up biochemical reactions in the body.

I expected them to say that it was a chemical of some sort. I hadn't, however, expected my father to look away from the television screen and turn to me, saying, "Enzymes are catalysts. Catalysts speed up chemical reactions."

Boy was I stunned. I suppressed a gape and complimented my parents on their knowledge of enzymes instead. I had underestimated my parents -this wasn't a first.

Future Justine, if you're reading this, remember that you've got smart parents! But biology is definitely not my thing. I even wrote a haiku about it:

I hate biology,
I like physics,
So I think,
Biology sucks,
Physics rocks.

There you go. A haiku is a type of Japanese poem.


Prologue: Sneak Preview of My Life

Introduction is important. So this is my introduction.

I initially poured my thoughts in my diary titled My Diary (it was on the cover, I couldn't change it) after I read The Princess Dairies by Meg Cabot. Fascinated by the idea of owning and writing in a diary, I rashly asked my brother to get me a diary last Christmas -bad decision-making on my part. Unfortunately, I only wrote in it once in a blue moon and the pages are still empty even though 9 months and 27 days have passed.

Therefore, I have resolved to blogging since it is free, permanent, doesn't take up space, not pink in colour and won't make me feel guilty for abandoning it once in a while.

Ergo, here I am. Moreover, this is a good way for me to retain my youthful thoughts and I can keep it for future references and cringe at my adolescent phase in life.