Ok, so I'm really bad at this? I haven't posted anything in approximately 1 month and 3 days.
I can't pinpoint why. It might be because I'm too lazy or have been too busy, or most likely that my life has been so incredibly average recently that I haven't had one interesting thought run through my head. However, I am writing one now and I'd like to say that's all that matters.
Firstly I would like to say that I know this past week has been horrendously tough for so many people I know and countless others that I don't, and I hope they are okay or at least managing in whatever ways they can. It is however, amazing to see how people come together to support each other in the face of such a tragedy and I hope that, in time, things will begin to get easier for everyone who's suffering,
So I'm going to Borneo in less than two days.
Not excited as yet, more nervous as a month is the longest I'll ever have been away from home. I've never been homesick before but 30 days is a pretty long time. I'm sure however that it will be amazing and we will help the people there in whatever ways planned (something about building a herb house, whatever that is). I'm taking a travel journal and camera to document our adventures and will therefore update you all with various (hopefully) interesting anecdotes when I get back.
As this will most definatley be the last time I write before I leave,
farewell
(and don't miss me too much)
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Saturday, 6 June 2009
Deux
People are so goddamn selfish,
It's like when someone asks you, "how are you?", do they actually care and/or listen to what you say to them? Usually they're just waiting for you to ask "what about you?", so they can drone on about themselves. I don't know about anyone else but when I ask a question, I am genuinely interested.
I like to listen to people, I don't care what I have to say, obviously I've heard it all before.
Sometimes however, it is nice when someone listens.
Rant over.
I finally bought a prom dress today, a lot later than most but still. Can't say I'm particularly looking forward to it but, it will be one of the last times our year are all together, and seeing as I'm going to Farnborough, it would be rude to miss it.
Ridiculously worried about leaving however. All my current friends but one are staying at Holt and even she's not sure. I know though, that she will probably end up staying too.
I saw this homeless person today in Reading, obviously there's quite a few but he was really quite young. I feel so guilty when I walk past them selling The Big Issue, as they've had to prove they're not doing drugs and it's the only way they can get any money, especially when I've bought something unnecessarily expensive.
Like a prom dress.
I thought that if I were in their shoes I would have given up by now.
Anyway on that depressing note,
Au revoir
It's like when someone asks you, "how are you?", do they actually care and/or listen to what you say to them? Usually they're just waiting for you to ask "what about you?", so they can drone on about themselves. I don't know about anyone else but when I ask a question, I am genuinely interested.
I like to listen to people, I don't care what I have to say, obviously I've heard it all before.
Sometimes however, it is nice when someone listens.
Rant over.
I finally bought a prom dress today, a lot later than most but still. Can't say I'm particularly looking forward to it but, it will be one of the last times our year are all together, and seeing as I'm going to Farnborough, it would be rude to miss it.
Ridiculously worried about leaving however. All my current friends but one are staying at Holt and even she's not sure. I know though, that she will probably end up staying too.
I saw this homeless person today in Reading, obviously there's quite a few but he was really quite young. I feel so guilty when I walk past them selling The Big Issue, as they've had to prove they're not doing drugs and it's the only way they can get any money, especially when I've bought something unnecessarily expensive.
Like a prom dress.
I thought that if I were in their shoes I would have given up by now.
Anyway on that depressing note,
Au revoir
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
My First
I don't really know why I started this blog. The name of it just came to me when I thought of how it might turn out.
I am currently in the middle of my GCSEs, the past week possibly being the busiest week of my life, but in no way the most important. Stressful it has been; but that has nothing to do with exams. I would really like to moan about it but then there's that feeling of guilt you get, that ultimately your just selfish and self centred. I suppose this is because as always, there are people who are far worse off than us and they just get on with it.
I don't know if I'm being hypocritical here, self centredness is surely writing a blog only about yourself? That's what I don't really want to do. I thought I might write something (each time I do write) about someone who means something to me or has been significant to my day, as well as anything else I can think of.
On this first one I'd like to mention my grandad. I've been thinking about him a lot this week and seeing as I only started this today I thought it should be him.
We have these pictures in our spare bedroom, there's three of them, all lilies and all painted in acrylic. The first is by my sister. I can't say that it's her best piece of artwork, but that's not the point. The second is by me and the third is by my grandad. They are dated 2003. Six years ago, when I was nine or ten. For years the one in the middle, mine, was missing, we couldn't find it anywhere and there were only two on the wall. Last year however, we found the third and the set was finally complete.
The pictures were painted when, on one sunny afternoon in Milton Keynes, me, my sister and my grandad sat for hours and painted a vase of lilies on the garden table.
This just reminded me of how my grandad was the one that encouraged me to do art. If it wasn't for him, I know for a fact i wouldn't have cared about drawing or anything creative. I remember how proud I was in one art lesson when I was the only one who knew what a vanishing point was, obviously this was down to him as well. It was him and how I was so proud to see the amazing paintings he did that sparked off my interest in one of my favourite hobbies.
It's probably a boring story for anyone else who reads it but it's important to me and that's why I wrote it down.
I don't know how many more of these I'll get round to doing, but for now
(in the words of my grandad)
cheerio
I am currently in the middle of my GCSEs, the past week possibly being the busiest week of my life, but in no way the most important. Stressful it has been; but that has nothing to do with exams. I would really like to moan about it but then there's that feeling of guilt you get, that ultimately your just selfish and self centred. I suppose this is because as always, there are people who are far worse off than us and they just get on with it.
I don't know if I'm being hypocritical here, self centredness is surely writing a blog only about yourself? That's what I don't really want to do. I thought I might write something (each time I do write) about someone who means something to me or has been significant to my day, as well as anything else I can think of.
On this first one I'd like to mention my grandad. I've been thinking about him a lot this week and seeing as I only started this today I thought it should be him.
We have these pictures in our spare bedroom, there's three of them, all lilies and all painted in acrylic. The first is by my sister. I can't say that it's her best piece of artwork, but that's not the point. The second is by me and the third is by my grandad. They are dated 2003. Six years ago, when I was nine or ten. For years the one in the middle, mine, was missing, we couldn't find it anywhere and there were only two on the wall. Last year however, we found the third and the set was finally complete.
The pictures were painted when, on one sunny afternoon in Milton Keynes, me, my sister and my grandad sat for hours and painted a vase of lilies on the garden table.
This just reminded me of how my grandad was the one that encouraged me to do art. If it wasn't for him, I know for a fact i wouldn't have cared about drawing or anything creative. I remember how proud I was in one art lesson when I was the only one who knew what a vanishing point was, obviously this was down to him as well. It was him and how I was so proud to see the amazing paintings he did that sparked off my interest in one of my favourite hobbies.
It's probably a boring story for anyone else who reads it but it's important to me and that's why I wrote it down.
I don't know how many more of these I'll get round to doing, but for now
(in the words of my grandad)
cheerio
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