Anjakan paradigma!
I hate speaking up in tutorials. The nerves,man. Stuttering and stumbling over words, forgetting basic sentence structure, the shaking hands, the trembling voice, the thudding heartbeat. You'd think that that one time I won a story-telling competition for my age category hosted by Ribena and held at Cheras Leisure Mall when I was small would have cured the heebie-jeebies. But no,I am loath to participate in class discussion. Perhaps it's the topic matter, perhaps it's the lack of understanding, maybe it's the language barrier (e.g:in french class, I usually spend half the time staring blankly at my teacher, and the other half staring at my book so she wouldn't call on me to try and answer her question because I have nearly no idea what she asked me to do in the first place), maybe it's the self-esteem.
But, I have endeavored in the past week to try and change this. I contributed! Trembling as I did so, I admit, but still. I am trying to overcome the shaking hands. Award self 2 effort points.
I have now established a rule. If we're going to be friends, you're going to have to love this song and have the ability to do some crazy spastic eighties dancing to it. It's either spastic dancing or we can't be friends.
exaggeration and tall tales galore
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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4 comments:
yaaaaay for spastic dancing music! I want to add 'I don't feel like dancin' to the list, can?
It's been a while since I've heard walking on sunshine! Now I'll keep your page open while I play this on repeat so I can bob my head and do crazy hands while I breeze through some journals!!
I LOVE THAT SONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
JOM, LET'S FIND THAT CLUB
okay turning of caps lock now.
but yes, JOMMMMM :)))
it would be sooo much funn!!!
Wow haha, That destiny thing sounds serious!
aijud, yes!all spastic-dancing song contributions are welcome! The more the better. Scissor Sisters, bobbing heads, and crazy hands,ftw :D
kelly,YES LET'S GO AND WE CAN DANCE ALL CRAZY! And spastic dancing music means the chances of seeing anyone grinding (ewwww) are nil.
lisa, it is fated! I was watching Slumdog Millionaire again, and was inspired by that last part where Jamal said to Latika that it was their destiny to be together. So it's like that with Erlend Oye and I. e\Except without the slum. Or the millions. Or dogs. and I suppose we won't be together, it'll just be unrequited love on my part.
but still.
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