Clap for My Great Uncle

It's His Birtday
!!!!!!!

*walks away humming*

On the subject of Getting Ill during English and Having Good Friends

I get the first and have the second.
Yesterday during RE I wasn't feeling too good, but well, thought nothing of it until in English it got much, much worse. I can't describe it really. Pain, yes, but not unbearably so, rather like a goblin took up living in my tummy and inviting his friends over to party. You can't ignore it, it - or rather the goblin - wont let you rest until most of your mind is focused on the pain and the feeling of bile rising up your throat. I wasn't sick - puking on the floor - no but I could feel, the whole disgusting lot of it.
I decided to go the medical room, but lost my nerve closer to my goal, I guess. As I arrived to reception they were just 'releasing' the people from the medical room. I saw very little point in going in if they aren't going to do anything useful. So I ran with the tail between my legs back to behind the art rooms.
It is there that my great, brilliant, one in a hundred, lovable, the best, friends caught and forced me to see reason. While two rushed of to a club, a pair lead me to the medical room, from very soon I was taken to the doctors then home. To A, J, R and P, my greatest thanks and to the others as well who weren't there during the incident but if they were they would have acted the same.

On the subject of Rain and Sitting on Radiators.

While the first today it seems was invertible, the second sweetened my deal greatly. I love rain. One of my favorite childhood memories is to do with rain. It takes place in the summer, during the sweet, tropical, type of rain. I am in an attic on top of an old wooden datcha (summer house). The atmosphere is hot and stuffy, and the air smell of burning herbs. The air sickly sweet. I am sitting on the rough wooden planks that constitute for a floor and am leaning eagerly towards the ill - fitted window. Outside the rain is pouring in steady strings, ignoring the supposedly sunny time. I close my eyes and all my senses turn to sound. The pitta patter noise of strings of droplets hitting the roof intensifies and multiplies in the dust filled room. I take a breath deep enough to choke myself on the stifling air and begin to daydream. My breath evens out to the rhythm of droplets and I am lost.
That's my good memory of the rain. My worst - or one of my worst - memory is not bad in the sense of things nor is it terrifying. It does however appeal to the prideful side of my mischief. It takes place near the same datcha as mentioned before. The detail of my memory are blurry but what I remember is me and a couple of friends (Sashka and Denis) were digging a grave for a bird. I think one of them found it somewhere and we're decided to give it a proper burial. Now we're already made a grave cross - a couple of sticks - and began digging. Now knowing our luck, it wasn't even raining, it was pouring. So there we were, standing behind the bushes of my family's datch, soaked to the bone trying to bury a bird. The there was a flash of lightning with a minisecondal succession of thunder. The rain must have intensifies, as we decided to give up and run. As we neared the door, lighting struck again, at the same time thunder exploded in our ears. Now have you ever been 75 or so meters away where are lightning struck, as it struck? I have. Our ears were ringing but the thunder seemed to go on and on in our heads.
Sashka lives just down the road, it was his neighbours water canister that was struck.
Is it wrong of me to be twistedly proud that I went through that and nearly went deaf?
Having said that, generally I like rain, I like the smell before and the atmosphere after. But to me it seems the best way to enjoy rain is somewhere hot and dry.

On the subject of... Candles

Candles are only romantic when they come with a man and a ring. But even then they are not that romantic. I love the smell of smoke therefore I am easily convinced to burn candles and oils. But only in the case when at any minute I can if -if I wish- to switch on the lights. Not in times of dire need in a power cut, in a shower.

Everything begins with a decision

Every thing begins with a decision, and I today have made one that should comfort no matter how things fall apart. I decided where I want to be in five years time, having made that decision there is only the details to sort out. Now that doesn't mean I'm just going to lie back and wait for it to happen, now that I have a goal, I will aim for it as much as I can. Wish me luck...
Or maybe it shall be smarter to wish luck to those who shall stand in my path.

Old Post - Year of the Panda

I haven't written in a while, and I have no real exuse but that everything just kept on colapsing. The reacent holidays did me alot of good. But then again this is a kind of a practice before I move. To day I spent time tidying and cleaning. And I will spend a great deal more I can reassure you. Right now the walls of my room look bare. It seemed to have lost the coziness it possesed before (it being the room, naturally). It lost it's homy feeling as well, but then again if I avoid looking at the walls it's not so bad.
Now according to the chiniase year callender - thingy- this is the year of the rat, or a mouse - a vermin in any case - but for me it is going to be the year of the Panda. Now while your drawing the obvios conclutions I would like to share my reasenings behind that decition. I was sitting on my bed - as I often do due to the lack of a un-cluttered chair - and... I don't remember what I was doing and...well I was contemplating some things and I laid my hand on a beine baby Koala Bear. Which I don't remember buying. And from then on it's just clicked.
This year, is going to be one of the first major challenges in my life. You may wonder 'thet haven't I've been through this before?' I suppose in a way I have, but in many other I haven't. When I moved to germany it was my first year in my russian year as well. When I moved to England, well I can plead youthful ingnorance. I didn't over think thigs then. And I wasn't leaving much -well I was but not in the amount of people - people behind, just my family. And now I gained a totally different family. I know that with some I'll lose them as soon as I leave thier sight. For everytime I was off ill that happened. With others I'll keep in breif touch and yet if - no, when - I'll met them, again there would be no problem what so ever to return to where we left of. With some the realationship beteween us will change but no nessesaraly for the worst.
Back to the Koala Bear, he's my mascot of sorts for this year.And now I run out of things to say, amazingly. I also may have to find a different webhost for my webpage as I'm having trouble to acsees this one properly from my Mac.