Ceremonies. Tears. Cycling Escapades.

ceremonies. we've all been through at least one, be it bursary or the ones in school for your good deeds. [hehe] i hate them like hell, but mumsie's always dragging me to attend such stuff.

my reasons for disliking ceremonies.

1. the dress code.
most of the ceremonies i'd attended had me in my school uniform, which i definitely do not feel comfortable in. if not the school uniform, you still gotta look your best, right? a feat which is life-threatening to me.

2. the walk.
that spotlight. the crowd's eyes on you as you walk. the stage's shiny, polished floors which you have a high risk of slipping on. it's supposed to be my moment but why am i not enjoying it?

3. pronunciation.
as you all know i don't really use my middle name much. [the N. after the E'indah] i only allow it to be publicly announced at such ceremonies. what annoys me is the fact that my entire name is always pronounced wrongly. always. it's like Hey, i gave you permission to say my full name doesn't mean you can pronounce it so badly you know.

and tada. i have one tomorrow. boohoo.

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i had my O Level English oral exam today. it went well! and another thing i did which made myself proud; i had completed 5 whole questions during Maths. completed. FIVE. WHOLE. bwahah!

i'm so pissed off right now, but thankfully there is Natalee here to calm me down *takes a deep breath*

and she got me thinking. do you know why we take a deep breath when we want to calm ourselves down? because during the bad times, we need to think of the good stuff; which is the fact that at least we are alive. so we emphasise on our breathing to remember that. get it?

like a laugh. i would like to say tears too but they're always associated with sadness, aren't they. at least i think so.

how come tears can represent both sadness and happiness? we cry horribly when we are sad; same when we are over the moon. but why do we not laugh when we are sad?

that aside i really need to be brought out on a bike soon. i really, really need it.

you know the feeling of wanting to hit on the front brakes and letting go of the handlebars, just to send yourself flying. even though you'll most probably end up getting injured.

it's amazing how we are willing to go through the misery of its consequences, just to go through that few seconds of freedom, of being free in the air. i guess life is like that.

i apologise if today's post is a little too wordy! i'm too lazy to draw anything or to webcamwhore.

til here for now my Axes. remember to breathe in and out when life gets a little tough. literally. and metaphorically? (;