Yesterday was April fool's... no one got pranked that I know of, but I did see some schemeing lower schoolers at the water fountain. We did the race the quad and the spirit day thing which turned out to be pretty much a lazy and tiring day for me. I finished no homework. No acomplishments to my name excapt that i ate a lot. I've gained 5 kilos. People think I look the same as before.
I've taken this oppourtunity to blog because today we had student development morning => sleep in lecture theatre and drool about going to universities thing. That gives me one hour and 10 mins of lunch. i came straight into the library to blog.
Well, yes. It's been a hard week and the current status of school is still labelled "SUCKS". I don't really hang out with people to any extent. Mainly just hop around from one group to another... I have.. around 1, 2, 3,4, 5? To choose from?!? No, make that 4.5. That's more accurate. hahaha.
Let's see. there's Kristine's group, Cherie and Rachel and Carolyn, Melisa and Char and Jonathan, Alix, and half of Shim's group doesn't like me. Not surprised. You should know who there is in that group. I don't hang out with anyone in particular. Rather blog here during my free time in school.
The Japanese students are leaving tomorrow. At least they get to go back pretty quick. By the time I revisit SG, everything will be so different. I wonder if they had a nice time... All the australian student's can't really talk to them, and I can only say a few lines, so that's not much help to them. I hope they have a good trip... Must remember to get their email adds.
hmm.. dreamt a dream last night.. and it caused a relapse of the illness I acquired on arrival to this land- chronic homesickness. I dreamt I was in a house I knew nothing of, but all the possesions of my old house were in it, as well as some new thins, like a giant stuffed toy caterpillar (huh?!?!) and baby pooh bears popping up everywhere. Only Daddy was at home. He was on the phone, and I was busy trying to gather together the things that were from my olf house, and I found my old bolster- the really small one mom threw out. I fell asleep on my parent's bed with that, and this feeling of being "home" and being "safe".. that indescribable feeling... I hardly get it now, and have been deluded enough to think that perhaps if I return to SG, i'll get it back. That feeling... It was so strong in the dream... everything was so calm and all right. I still remember it... I miss it, and I crave it. Then I awoke, disillusioned and cold. Another day of school, and my only comfort was that it was friday.
In other new, I haven't seen Linus in days, and I don't know how safe it is to say this on the net, but he hasn't been in school for eactly 2 weeks now, plus a few more sundry days before this terrible trend started. he asked to see me 3 days ago, and I did, for a while, but he wasn't receptive at all, and he didn't want to listen to anything. (And what was the point of seeing me again??) He wanted to see shimmie and his friends yesterday... They told him thy'd be at garden city, but he didn't show. He called shimmie at night and asked why he didn't call him to come, but actually shim had said, "We'll be at garden city 5.30 to 6.30. Just show up." Sooo... I don't really know what his problem is now and I think all of us (his friends at least) are afraid that he'll drop out of school. (hopefully our imagination) They're going to see him today, after school. I'm not going. I don't think I should go. Anyway, I'm busy. There's a lot more I could say, bu it's not really nice to say anything like that, so I won't. I don't know who reads this thing.
So I hear tkd camp was exciting, huh?? Good.. I am having enough fun in jap class as it is.. don't need sprained ankles to make me smile. I'm easily satisfied... hahaa...
In english we read a passage on satire.. i mention it now not cos I'm a full blown nerd, but cos it's actually good. the teacher's handpook, it's called. By peter pook. Really good satire, I must say... but I can't find it online.
I was playing scarlet this morning... on the piano... and I don't know why but the feelings of bits of "homeness" just came in flashes. It's like a cruel way of tantalising me with something I can't have, really. But At least I felt like it was something... I remember the ays in lydia's house playing the piano. The days when I had decent friendships. I'm not a recluse- people know me in school, it's just that I'm not close to anyone. There's no one I really can say I want to be close to in particular... I guess I just like the way I am now. Rachel and Lydia days were the best, and I think I did cherish them all I could when I had them. If I go back now and have some more, I think I'd REALLY cherish them. But it's too late...
I've taken this oppourtunity to blog because today we had student development morning => sleep in lecture theatre and drool about going to universities thing. That gives me one hour and 10 mins of lunch. i came straight into the library to blog.
Well, yes. It's been a hard week and the current status of school is still labelled "SUCKS". I don't really hang out with people to any extent. Mainly just hop around from one group to another... I have.. around 1, 2, 3,4, 5? To choose from?!? No, make that 4.5. That's more accurate. hahaha.
Let's see. there's Kristine's group, Cherie and Rachel and Carolyn, Melisa and Char and Jonathan, Alix, and half of Shim's group doesn't like me. Not surprised. You should know who there is in that group. I don't hang out with anyone in particular. Rather blog here during my free time in school.
The Japanese students are leaving tomorrow. At least they get to go back pretty quick. By the time I revisit SG, everything will be so different. I wonder if they had a nice time... All the australian student's can't really talk to them, and I can only say a few lines, so that's not much help to them. I hope they have a good trip... Must remember to get their email adds.
hmm.. dreamt a dream last night.. and it caused a relapse of the illness I acquired on arrival to this land- chronic homesickness. I dreamt I was in a house I knew nothing of, but all the possesions of my old house were in it, as well as some new thins, like a giant stuffed toy caterpillar (huh?!?!) and baby pooh bears popping up everywhere. Only Daddy was at home. He was on the phone, and I was busy trying to gather together the things that were from my olf house, and I found my old bolster- the really small one mom threw out. I fell asleep on my parent's bed with that, and this feeling of being "home" and being "safe".. that indescribable feeling... I hardly get it now, and have been deluded enough to think that perhaps if I return to SG, i'll get it back. That feeling... It was so strong in the dream... everything was so calm and all right. I still remember it... I miss it, and I crave it. Then I awoke, disillusioned and cold. Another day of school, and my only comfort was that it was friday.
In other new, I haven't seen Linus in days, and I don't know how safe it is to say this on the net, but he hasn't been in school for eactly 2 weeks now, plus a few more sundry days before this terrible trend started. he asked to see me 3 days ago, and I did, for a while, but he wasn't receptive at all, and he didn't want to listen to anything. (And what was the point of seeing me again??) He wanted to see shimmie and his friends yesterday... They told him thy'd be at garden city, but he didn't show. He called shimmie at night and asked why he didn't call him to come, but actually shim had said, "We'll be at garden city 5.30 to 6.30. Just show up." Sooo... I don't really know what his problem is now and I think all of us (his friends at least) are afraid that he'll drop out of school. (hopefully our imagination) They're going to see him today, after school. I'm not going. I don't think I should go. Anyway, I'm busy. There's a lot more I could say, bu it's not really nice to say anything like that, so I won't. I don't know who reads this thing.
So I hear tkd camp was exciting, huh?? Good.. I am having enough fun in jap class as it is.. don't need sprained ankles to make me smile. I'm easily satisfied... hahaa...
In english we read a passage on satire.. i mention it now not cos I'm a full blown nerd, but cos it's actually good. the teacher's handpook, it's called. By peter pook. Really good satire, I must say... but I can't find it online.
I was playing scarlet this morning... on the piano... and I don't know why but the feelings of bits of "homeness" just came in flashes. It's like a cruel way of tantalising me with something I can't have, really. But At least I felt like it was something... I remember the ays in lydia's house playing the piano. The days when I had decent friendships. I'm not a recluse- people know me in school, it's just that I'm not close to anyone. There's no one I really can say I want to be close to in particular... I guess I just like the way I am now. Rachel and Lydia days were the best, and I think I did cherish them all I could when I had them. If I go back now and have some more, I think I'd REALLY cherish them. But it's too late...
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