Ok, to start off I'm probably close enough to being a venusian: small with big eyes and probably one of the most notorious cynics. Mind you, I'm not interested in alien life. I don't believe in them. Better to believe in ghosts (hehe) than aliens, which is really far-fetched.
I'm just your average fifteen-year-old. Hey, I get good grades, get thrashed everyday by my older brother, and live entirely on potato chips. Am I normal? Hey, don't ask me that! Ask my doctor who's the medical expert! I'm just here for the fun of it.
My life is the most boring life on this planet and probably even on the next. Everyday, I go to school (no skipping classes or I get dropped from the top students' list), watch MTV till the television explodes in my face, and surf till I drop. I'm your typical Manila girl. Heck I even have the name for it: Jillian Christine Alvarez Nuqui is among the longest most mundane names in my family. Hey, they didn't give me the choice! I was NAMED!!!!
Drifting to my social life, I have none. I basically live on my books at school. I'm the nerd, so sue me! I spend every minute in school bent over my history book, dreaming about the cute guy sitting just behind me, hoping my retainers don't look gross. I have one best friend, and she goes to another school which all in all bums the heck out of me.
At lunch, I never go to the cafeteria. Not in my life will I approach that dread place of jocks and cheerleaders except to buy my precious junk food. I stay in the classroom thinking of how Cyrus the Great captured Babylon without a fight. At PE hour, I play volleyball and get my glasses thrashed, aside from kissing that horrible ball three times. I can sprint but we don't do that in PE, so you can understand why school makes me sick.
My life at home is a greater relief. I share my room with my mother, since my dad works in Singapore. I never clean the place. It's wonderfully full of garbage, accumulated over the eons of thrashing it. I don't even put my clothes in the closet. No, my time is devoted to writing and reading.
Ah, my only solace. My writing started when I was in third grade. It was influenced mainly by my sister, Abigail, who first taught me the elements of a good story. I've written short stories, essays and poems since then. Some of my poems, especially the angst-filled ones, are inspired by artists such as Alanis Morrissette and Hanson. And hey, don't bug me if I like Hanson. It's not your business, I can like whatever I want.
Looking deeper, I'd say I'm probably just weird. Eccentric. That's what my classmates describe me. I don't quite care.
Hey look, it's me! This is sort of a sibling portrait taken on my younger brother's middle school graduation. That's him, Adrian Neil, at the center. Those two growths springing out of his back are my older sister, Abigail Marie (left) and yours truly (right). The gully dwarf who just happened to be at the back of the photo is my older brother, Christian Viktor. My, my, what a loving family (duh!).
