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Ayesha, 15

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Wednesday, 5 January 2011 @ 19:52
He's so weak on both his bended knees

Hello.

So 2011 is here, school is here, and I celebrated the first day of school by sleeping in until 3 and then watching tv 'til midnight. All in the name of nursing my flu, of course. Hahaha. This morning I woke up feeling better, so I decided to go. Today I tried to get used to my new form teachers' psychotic habits. And today we had mass dance which was amazingly sweaty but refreshingly liberating for a person who doesn't (and cannot) dance. Also very liberating was the deep breathing exercise during the stress management talk. I couldn't take the exercise very seriously, because the breathing guru or whatever in the recording was giving off like macam paham vibes and had this funky Indian accent and I couldn't be very avare of my breading when all I could do was laugh. School counsellors should take note to give students as little to make fun of as possible if they really expect us to pay attention. But anyway, the actual breathing deeply is almost.. delicious?

Sometimes, I find it amusing how people can be so pretentious. Like the breathing guide in the recording. Or like me when I am writing about all this stupid shit happening somewhere in my future, which I have apparently planned to be pretty magical. But it's okay. Hahahaha. Because it still feels absolutely gratifying in that moment to pretend that some of the time I know what I'm talking about.

Like now. What the hell am I even saying? Okay but you know what, new year resolution: learn to be less skeptical. People in general should be less skeptical. Yes. Okay. I have 11 malay essays to do by tomorrow. Goodbye.