I went to the mall and tried the Dance Revolution. Man, am I out of practice! I'm sooooo humiliated--I sucked so much that I couldn't even do the easiest song! Fortunately, there were not much people watching, and only me and this guy were the ones playing. He was playing before me and when I saw that he was really good, I was like, "Oh my god, I'm going to humiliate myself." But he was nice and clapped for me after every song. So after the mall, I made a beeline for Stephen's house and both of us did Dance Revolution (Alex came much later). Thanks to him, I already know some cool moves that will make me look like a pro. I can't wait to show off at the mall!

Alex walked me home today since the golf cart that shuttles people around the neighborhood was busted. As we were walking, I told her about how our next-door neighbors donated their house and made it to a temple. "It's so sucky to fall asleep to holy singing at night," I told her. Another sucky thing with living next door to a temple is that they burn leaves and incense, and the wind blows the smoke to our place and the surrounding neighbors. But the worst thing? Voltaire goes to that temple too. Stephen and I saw him there once when he was at my house, and he was looking at us like, "What the hell are you two doing here?" I forgot to tell you, Voltaire is one of our enemies, ranking next to John Kim in the hate list. We hate him for the same reason we hate John (because he's an annoying, braggy, snobbish, horny bastard), but John is still worse. Stephen told me today that John said he hates me because I beat him in Dance Revolution. That just shows how much he sucks!

I have strayed too far from the topic. Anyway, Alex suggested that we take a picture of the temple, put it in All the Things That Suck, and draw black rainclouds on top of the house so it will look like it's going to rain any minute. You know the old cliche--"Stop singing, you're going to make it rain!" I have to buy film for my camera.

Using my psychic powers, I can tell that you're thinking that I have no respect for religion. Not so. I don't like the temple next door because this is an exclusive neighborhood and well, isn't it darn weird for a temple to be located in a residential area? Our church is located outside the gates not inside our neighborhood. Plus there's that bit about the smoke--my dad, my little bro and myself suffer from asthma attacks and smoke is one of the factors that triggers it.

It's so weird, someone told me he was listening to Celine Dion because that was how blah and crazy he was feeling and I just remembered right now that I was playing Celine Dion last night because I couldn't fall asleep. I don't normally listen to her music but it sure can soothe your nerves at times.

Tomorrow's Monday! My sister, for once is dreading school because she and her friends got in trouble last Friday. My sister, the angel, the Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes of the family, is in trouble. Call the press, someone! See, she and the whole class make fun of their Filipino teacher. Last Friday, their Filipino teacher couldn't stand it anymore so she spoke up and asked them what was wrong. The class chose my sister to speak up for them and she did. And the next thing you know, the entire class was knee-deep in shit. The teacher told the Dean of Discipline that her feelings were hurt and because of that, everyone has to write an apology letter that has to be noted by the parents. My mom is pretty pissed because my sister's feelings were also hurt when all she did was being the spokeperson of the class. Not only that but the parents of those in the honor rolls were called over the phone to inform them that their precious little daughters can't run for honors anymore because of misbehaviour.

My school is so damn weird. It's obviously the teacher's fault--had she have known better, she wouldn't have asked their opinion about her. Every Monday, the student council officers inspect everyone to make sure they don't have long nails, nail polish, heeled shoes and black bras. I'm wearing my heels tomorrow. I hate my school! I'm so sick and tired of constantly being reminded that I have to be a good little girl when the teachers themselves are so twisted. And the most annoying thing is, they make a really big deal out of those who make small violations like long fingernails that they fail to notice that there is a lesbian couple making out nearby. My mom says she'll probably move me to Stephen's school next year. I sure hope so--that would be the best thing she could ever do to me.

I have an idea. One of these days, I'm going to bring my camera to school which is about as big as my hand. And then I'll take pictures of the lesbian couples making out and squeezing each other's boobs, place it in a white envelope and drop it in the office of the D of D. Man, I can't wait to see the expression on her face when she learns that the good little girls they are trying to raise in school, well, aren't such good little girls after all. That sure would be fun.