Today was the UAE's National Day which is the 2nd of December and just wanted to tell you, I skipped some days because it was boring as hell so this is just another more not-boring day.
So yesterday at home, I realized that I had changed my 'crush' thing. Ralph wasn't sort of my type now because he was so weird, even if I'm that weird, I still don't know why he was different when we weren't classmates yet. Anyway, my best boy-friend, not the relationship status, but just my friend that's a guy, which is Justine, is now my one and only. At first I wanted to tell it to Peach, because that time she was the person I trust the most but I realized that Llean was her bestfriend and she and Justine are in a relationship so I just kept it to myself. But after a few days of succeeding, Mikaela, just went up and urged me to tell who my crush is. I didn't really mind her at first, but when my feelings got out of control, I decided to tell her. And I was crying. For Pete's sake. That was the first time I cries over a guy. How pathtic is that?
By the way, this thought just popped into my head. Who's Pete? Whenever I say 'For Pete's sake!' I kept on thinking who the hell is Pete?!
Ugh, nevermind. So anyways, Mikaela had been telling Peach of what we're talking about so I got mad at her. For 10 seconds. And then we became friends again. Gosh, I think I might have a problem in my head or something.
After that, I did my hardest not to show my feelings for him until the UAE day started. Oh and, I forgot to tell you. For this past 2 weeks before the National Day, me, Llean, and Kirstin have been struggling to perfect this Arabic poem handed by our teacher. See, that's why I hate studying here. Especially if you don't know how to talk. We were the chosen pupils because we were 'good' in Arabic. So every single day we had to recite that like a hundred times. But somehow Llean got tired of it so whenever she saw our Arabic teacher, she manages to hide in front of people. She's small, that's why. And I got a little carried away by running from our teacher so whenever we had that class, I tried to hide in my desk. No, I didn't went in my desk, I just hid myself.
So as I was saying, the National Day started and we were all carrying the mini flag of UAE and wearing those funky hats and thank God we didn't have to wear different colors of tee shirt from the flag. Because that would've been my nightmare. Last year, we were like "Oh, look. I'm wearing a green shirt. What color is yours?" And that was when we were in the 5th Grade so we were still pretty childish at that time.
Anyway, yesterday, we had to practice the poem over and over again, and even our principal saw it. And she said it was okay, knowing that she can't even understand a word. No offense. Before us there were 9 people banging themselves into each other and fall to the ground. What kind of a presentation is that? I feel so stupid right now. Then there were girls who was dancing. Or so what I think. Then it was our turn. I was really nervous that time. So the three we went in front on the stage and I was first. I was holding the microphone while shaking. Who wouldn't? Especially when I know that my crush is watching me. And by the way, everyone was there, including all the staff in our school, which is like 89 people. Plus, 735, 884 students in the arena. And yeah, how would you imagine that?
After I finished, in my mind I was like: "We've practiced that a hundred times and all we did is that?!!" It was really frustrating I tell you.
So then a few activities had passed and after that it was all done. Them we headed back to our respective classrooms and the rest of the day had been our freetime.
I think that Justine realized I had a crush on him because he wasn't talking to me that much unlike before. And I had a clue why. Its because he and Mikaela were beaide each other and we all know that Mikaela's voice can be heard from 1,000,000 miles away. Ugh, what a day. Note my sarcasm.
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