<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/1437068090955499675?origin\x3dhttp://couldyoubottleitup.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

inní mér syngur vitleysingur

Ayesha, 15

FB LISTOGRAPHY



Tuesday, 31 March 2009 @ 23:42
Hum, bum!

Hey.

This week has been going by so slowly. Yesterday Syadza and I went to East Coast Park after school to emo and talk about ____. We bumped into a senior who was doing CIP and she thought we were les. I can understand how she came to that conclusion lah, but it's so ironic - the shit we were talking about could not get any straighter! We had a laugh about that and complained about how relationships were difficult things.

If you were really close friends with a girl, people might wonder if you were a lesbian. If you were really close friends with a dude, people might think you were an item. If you weren't really friends with anybody, people would just assume you're an all out emo. I guess this experience makes for weirdness but still good joke material, especially since that senior herself acts les sometimes.

Today was relatively dull, but at least I got four freaking Fererro Rochers from Mrs L for scoring highest in English! So happy, because so far this year my results have been pretty gross. Kind of afraid for the streaming crap they're doing come end of year.

I like how I'm actually becoming more tolerant of our teachers. I remember how I found the above teacher sooo bloody irritating. Somehow, my perspective on her changed, and for the better too. Life is so much easier not rolling your eyes at adults every few minutes... Although I still think that somebody is a bitch who tries too hard to speak with an accent. Raking on my nerves like shit, but trying to keep my cool because I am a patient person.

Turning in for the night.

Bye!