Wednesday, January 18, 2006

absolutely need to tell someone this. See... For the past 4 years of my life, ive been constantly reminded that i cant talk. Not because im shy. Its because i simply cant. I sound like a ceylonese sesame street character. I mean, people asking me " are you from singpore?" and "Can you talk any deeper than that?" can really wear one out after the first hundred times. And the good people who make "Hooo!Hroo!" sounds when i appear help a lot also. All these things have led to long periods of silence.

***PLOT TWIST***
Of course, during my time with in 3.16/4.16 this changed. Thats why i always think of my sec 3-4 years as the best time in my schooling life, since i stopped being a shunned ridiculed laughingstock. EMONESS TO THE MAX!
***PLOT TWIST BACK***

And recently, long periods of trying to be funny in the vain hope that i can convince myself that people are laughing at the jokes. But.. I was worried about my voice in IB. I need to talk, to communicate. But so few people ever listen to me anymore, esspecially since i tried to impliment the "joking/denial plan". But i just got something. A verse.

There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them [is] without signification.
1 Corinthians 14:10

Im in 5.14 Corinthians... IB Year 1.... And my register number happens to be 10.

hahahahahahahahahaah!

You turn my mourning into dancing!