Note: I can't reach the following people: Sarah C, the person with the email of: italian_ ??? _ racer, Emily M, Olivia. Please if anyone has a way of contacting them forward the email.
If you haven't received an email from me, here is how it goes. The easiest way to exchange the photograph is to put them up on the Internet and keep the links to them here. There are several sites that allow you to upload photographs:
picasaweb.google.com
flickr.com
www.deviantart.com
Are some of them (of can suggest more please do and I shall add them to this list). Unfortunately most sites require you to register, if you're dead set against it I don't mind putting up some of your photographs on my accounts.
Links:
Alex's Photographs: here, here and here (all still unfinished)
Jason's Photographs
Joe's Photographs
Eric's Photographs
Rita's Photographs
Lauren's Photographs
Sunday, 14 December 2008
Photo Exchange From the Trip
A Trip of a Lifetime ( to Tasmania) Part 1.
Do sit down, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is going to take a while. The last time I told this story it took me an hour and half of speaking: which is really why you're getting the written down version. My voice, unfortunately decided to go horse after retelling the story two times.
The story begins not so long ago (just over a week really) and not so far away (it is on earth after all). It begins last Sunday at 4:10 in the morning. I do believe that was the time I was woken up. I don't remember a lot of what happened in the next hour or so (do note the time). I arrived outside my school at 5:18 and the bus was already there - as were most of the fellow travelers).
Cue a panic attack, I forgotten (totally) my library card which I required as ID to get on the plane. No sooner than Ms. Lee calmed me down, she mentioned that the "cards were just in case our names were spelled wrong". Well if you known me a while you'd know that my name is never spelled correctly. The last official letter I received - which was because I missed a school immunization- stated that my name was Yale Bogdanovh, I feel pretty safe putting that up on the Internet due to the fact that it is very very far from my name. So returning to topic. Please cue a second panic attack.
The ride to the airport was in-eventful (somehow we managed to avoid all unlikely traffic jams) So instead of telling you about it, let me introduce the main characters of the story to you:
If you're actually know who's blog it is, you require no picture, thank you very much. If you haven't seen me for about a year: My hair has grown longer and has a slightly reddish hue to it at the moment, and I've grown a couple of cm, but that's it.
This is Amy. She's currently in my class and the whole trip we mostly stuck together.
This is Rita. She's in my class next year and this year she was in Environmental Studies with me. She will also appear through out the story.
This is Sarah. She's also in my class next year. She'll appear once or twice in the story, she's with Eric: but that's their business.
I don't actually have a non fuzzy photograph of Eric, and all the fuzzy photographs I haven't uploaded to my photo album yet, so a link to his picture will appear a while later. He's also in my class next year.
This is Burnie or Mitchell. He'll creep up here in there in the story, there's a town in Tasmania called Burnie which we didn't visit but saw directions a couple of times. He's also in my class next year.
This is Joe. Posing. He's a friend (and no you can't have him!). He's also in my class next year, he'll also appear here and there in the story.
This is Matt. In the centre of the photograph. He lent me a sleeping bag and he's in my class next year (and that pretty much summarizes his involvement in the story.)
This is Jason. He's very useful when you're screaming, panicking or running about (mainly because of a ghost tour).
This is Ms. Lee. She's this year Head of Year, or Year Coordinator, and organized this trip for us. She'll crop up in the story.
And now my finger are tired of typing and my mind begins to wonder, so this is the end of part one.
I haven't read throught this either so there you go.
Saturday, 8 November 2008
On the subject of...Visiting relatives.
Today, around midday my grand (or is it great?) uncle arrived at the airport in Melbourne. His flight was from San Francisca (where he stayed with other relatives) to Sydney to Melbourne.
This means that as soon as we came big fest. A lot of food, drink and laughter and talking. Russian style. So at the moment I believe I'm slightly drunk. One glass of champagne can do that to you if you're a light weight.
I probably will come when I'm more in my senses and edit this entry.
Amy W, don't worry I will email tonight or tomorrow, I am SO so glad to hear from you.
Lovely Dovely
Fresc.
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Just General
It is 20:50 pm and the light's aren't out. I don't really know why I'm writing.... to avoid homework? Maybe. To feel normal, also maybe.... Who Knows?
The main problem so far with the Land of Oz isn't the poisonous snakes, numerous spiders or bathroom-dominating ants. No. It is the flies.
Really, here they are not only to big to actually logically fly they also seem to take to following me around. And let me tell you, it is not fun attempting to iron while a fly attacks you from above (and you think it's a spider a let out a scream.) In the end desperate measures had to be taken: I put a cake box over the fly.
I would also like to comment on Australian Spring. Today in P.E. we played cricket. Which is lovely really but by the end the sun was ready to fry me alive. It was only 20 C. However it seems that due to this dry heat, 20 degrees feel a Russian 30 degrees which I assure you is no fun.
Sunday, 12 October 2008
Monday, 22 September 2008
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Data Apeal
My brillant Cleo2 (or simply powerbook g4 by apple) has officially died. On Monday, may ne be mourned.
With that death, I lost everything. Photographs, schoolwork, my writting, pctures, bookmarks, people's adress, EVERYTHING!!!
I am most worried about the fact that currently I have exactly two photographs of people from England, the photo's the gang gave me in the frame from the leaving party. So, anybody who has any photographs from Gelebelands, specially of the group behind the Art Rooms and 9/10 HBM would very very needed. Because I have nothing.
If you have any photograps etheir of people from Glebelands, or from just England (particulary the following places: Crangleigh, Guildford, Snowdon, Wales, Bath, Oxford, Juniper Hall, and the St.Nicks trip from yr 6) would be very welcome.
Also any documents of mine, no matter how lost are appreciated.
Thank you
In distress,
Fresco/Sasha
Friday, 22 August 2008
As I promised, at some point...
My Photo's Can Be Found At
My Birthday is coming up.. and well so, This is for my self.
I will repeat, this is for my self; because if this was a piece of paper I would lose it and if this was a word file I'll forget where I put it... Wish list.
On the subject of... Australian Winters in Melbourne
I never thought I say this but I can't wait till September. Not because it's my birthday, or because I miss seeing my friends but because: maybe...maybe it will get a bit warmer.
