I want to thank those who encouraged me to ‘jump’ on Friday. (Haha, that sounds as though I was being pressed to commit suicide – okay I’ll stop.) I was quite touched, even if I didn’t do it in the end. I believe in bodily expression and all that and honestly, the atmosphere and the music was great. But I just don’t feel comfortable enough in my own skin. I get anxious and then I can’t perform – this is why I habitually screw up solo performances, sport games, etc. It’s strange how, onstage, I’m more comfortable performing as someone else rather than as myself. So D. and I were slapping ironic high fives at our unwillingness? inability? to join in. Everyone’s eagerness was really infective, though. (: Love.
Examinations have tied my hands, so I can’t really contribute to Region D’s Colour Friday. I really hope it goes well. Alright, I know it will.
May 7th, May 7th – run to me, embrace me, love me! Then it’ll be two months of repose before the madness starts all over again.
And I’ll be happy, I will be happy – I will be strong and I’m no longer the same girl W. never dared to bully for fear of breaking me, now I would never let you see me cry, ever, but there’s still a good long way for me to go. I will remember that it’s not enough to simply lay a battle array – what matters is whether we go out to trash our Goliaths. Don’t say it’s propaganda. It’s sound advice, and I’ll take it. First one down is that monster of a paper tomorrow morning at 9am.
(I love my feminism module, though, I really do. And this short story is simply amazing because it speaks of so many things. I love stories that invoke the fable/parable/fairy tale genre. I love stories about story-telling. And I’ll stop here because I should be saving the commentary for the monster in 15 hours time.)
Eh. My mom’s watching 红星大奖, why!?
edit @ 1:49 pm Mon: Isn’t this just wonderful? A cat-house! For the life of me, I will never understand my region’s general dislike of cats. XD