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Ahh, the witching hour…I meant to write this earlier but then Sleepy Hollow lured me away from the computer and that reminded me of how long I hadn’t been watching TV. I don’t really have time for that kind of stuff anymore, but at least now my exams are over and I can go back to the stuff I used to do in the summer. Like read and sleep. I slept this afternoon, lit a scented candle and woke up around seven-thirty. It’s not the most exciting thing in the world, I know, but it felt good. I love scented candles, and I love anyone who will give me one.

I’m just so happy I don’t have anything to worry about anymore! Except for the results of my exams of course, but they can’t be that bad. After Spanish today, I joined my classmates for lunch for the first time. It’s great to be with people who don’t care about what you look or who you go with and who talk about interesting things and who don’t make stupid, immature remarks. After lunch, I went to Megamall to pick up my mom and sister who were having lunch with some of the parents and the members of the Choir. They were done eating but of course, women being women, they took their sweet time gossiping on people and whatnot. After like, two minutes, I got real bored waiting so my sister and I went inside all the art galleries in the fourth floor, feeling and acting really sophisticated and cultured. Which we are, except we don’t like to show it much. Lots of people in the Philippines–particularly in my school–laugh at people who show any sign of sophistication and finesse. So we have no choice but to act like we grew up without any manners. Anyway, I absolutely love art. Well, not all of it. I still can’t see how people can think that a bunch of painted lines can be considered great. But I like paintings of landscapes and such…I just don’t like to interpret abstract painting. Well, it depends on the painting. There are some abstract paintings that I like, when I looked through websites once. Sometimes I really wish I knew how to paint. My aunt says everyone can, but I guess I just don’t have the patience or confidence to learn. Maybe one day I’ll get around to learning how to paint. It seems like an awesome way to express myself.

My greatest find was when we came upon a shop that sold all these New-Agey stuff…little statues of Hindu gods/goddesses, incense, etc. I saw a black and purple tank top of an Indian goddess and immdiately bought it. The saleslady said it was Krishna, a Hindu god and my mom said it looked weird, but that’s why I bought it. I like weird things. Not weird as in eccentric, but just things not everyone I know would like. Somehow I can’t imagine any of my batchmates wearing a tank top of Krishna, or anything that stands out like that. Not unless it can be bought in People Are People or Defect. I’m not saying that I’m better than them because I’m weird and I like to stand out. Wait, I am. Because it’s true! Who wants to look and be like everyone else anyway? It only looks cute for about, two seconds. Then it becomes so boring. Even down to their opinions, they’re all clones of themselves. It’s sad, but that’s high school.

Maybe I’ll go on a movie marathon tomorrow afternoon. I’m soooo behind on the movies!