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Hola,
Long time no speak
since strating sixth form everything muddles up. I cant write in english anymore for example,
But anyway, I thought I'd share some photos from madris. i think they pretty much speak for themselves.










What struck me in madrid was how you could be rambling quite happily down the shade of one of its narrow streets, and suddenly become engorged by the daylight of one its broad bustling sqaures. Nice, I like it. Lunch is finished, back to work, i'll stop being so bloody lazy.
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blogger, it's been a while

Hello again

And so begins the cycle of getting up too early, walking in the rain and being late. What a joy school is.

Though its l-o-v-e-r-l-y to be getting away from the stuffy institution that have filled the past five years.

That's an exaggeration - there were times when school was a joy, and the people were fantastic

But change is change! And bring it on.

Speaking of change, what's new in the world today? Everything really?
I couldn't tell you if I'm honest. I dont blog about fashion; it seems to elude me; or politics; my eyes glaze over when I see a paper; or music; specific trends don't appeal to my eclectic tastes. I am a jumble, the Mr man that looks like a scribble.

I suppose I just post about what I'm thinking. How boring and self important I am!

A theme. A theme would be a gift right now. But how can somebody who is an expert on no particular subject expect to share wisdom?

I suppose some swatting is in order. Watch this space

(if, in fact, you were ever watching in the first place)

and there will be an interestingly themed blog which delivers intriguing, albeit useless information, to a set target audience.

in case you hadn't noticed, this blogger has no idea what she's talking about. This is what she does when she has nothing to say.

Picture of a gorgeous london transport paper up there ^.

~"~*A BIENTOT*~"~

So here I am watching "I AM SLAVE" on channel four, and it occurs to me that I have seriously been neglecting my blog lately! Feels like a long time since writing the last post.

BUT, autumn is rolling in which means two things:
1.New School
2.New CLOTHES
!!

I love change. Especially now when I can feel myself getting all brown and crumply and bored. It is such a good feeling to be starting something different after the past year of endless monotony.

And Im getting myself far to worked up and excited-like this change in environment will alter life miraculously. But anywho, things will certainly be a far cry from the lethargic summer days we've all enjoyed, grown used to, and eventually become tired of.

MMM, cant wait to be wrapped up in jeans and jumpers and boots and socks. I become fatter and more absorbed into the sofa as the seasons wear on.

I also get to buy new shoes. Lovely leather shoes that you could polish and line up under your bed if you were a banker. With buckles and hard soles which cost about 60 quid but you mum will buy you because they're good quality and you
need
them.

Yes, everything is changing, yet everything is staying th same. The weather may be changing, but the seasons stay the same and time will not slow or quicken no matter how you may try to force it.

The world is turning.

Oh dear oh dear,

I've just read my previous posts, and spent around a minute cringeing.

And I think I'm going to have to take a different path with the blog. There's no theme or direction, and its starting to exasperate me.

Oh well, for now I'll just keep blogging as I am learning how.

(a.k.a waffling about nothing.)

As I disclosed in my previous post, I went to Berlin, and despite the soggy weather, it is a place which with a little more sunshine, I would love to revisit.

But the city is not just a collection of famous monuments and museums, though there are plenty of those, but an example of a lifestyle and an attitude to life. I love the way it can be one of the most productive and economically active cities in Europe and indeed the world, and yet maintain such an unwinding atmosphere. Worries must just ebb away as one strolls the evening streets lit with tangerine.

And it has come a long way from its past shrouded with murk and murder. There is not even a whiff of that deathly miasma that seeped from the heart of Germany's government. A new era has come for berlin; one of enlightenment. We visited the Jewish Museum and to my delight I can say that in the face of the crumbling ruins of the Berlin Wall, and the impressionable Jewish monument, the people of Berlin have not shied away from the plight their ancestors inflicted on these people. Total unity could well be a contributing factor as to why Berlin is the place it is today, and symbols of this shared hope reach through to the far corners of the city; from the renovated Gedächtniskirche to the television tower, representing a new age of communication and understanding.

I LOVE BERLIN. Overall, I was lured, as I'm sure many tourists are, by the feeling that people are happy there. Everybody we spoke to was friendly. Two times we were offered directions from two amiable Berliners in perfect english. This city is obviously home to some very hardworking, friendly and welcoming people, the polar opposite of how many germans might be percieved, especially in English society, due to what we hear about in textbooks.

So the that was my opinion on Berlin. There is so much more I could say about the food, architecture and culture. I mean, people ride bikes! There are cycle lanes! That is so civilised and just a dream come true I think.

Highlight: being absolutely knackered after trudging through pouring rain to get breakfast...and then having the priveledge of eating a freshly baked sugar coated bun. Serious culinary pleasure. Like eating pillow.

Bienvenido a "El RASO"

Ok, 20 minutes to write this post...

(and there I was dissing the use of the elipsis. Don´t judge me. I'm under pressure; six minutes on the clock, and then my two euros are rendered useless)

It´s really strange writing this where everyone can see it, seeing my posts don´t usually get read.

So, anyway, what can I say?
That I´m in paradise of sun and high temperatres?
Well, that is true.


As I´m in Spain, why not talk about Spain?
This may make your skin crawl, but all I really have to say about this country is that it's beautiful in every way: the language, the scenery, the people. Teehee
A little tick going by the name of envy has bitten me right where it hurts this week, that's the only explanation I have for enjoying the sensation of being slowly roasted by the sun, oblivious to the red colour my skin is turning.
That's one reason for envy anyway, that the spaniards seem to have stepped out of a bath of sunshine the whole time, without looking like a crustacean with hair.

In three days I will be fighting tears as the time comes to leave this neat, slightly clinical, but nonetheless cosy neighbourhood. It will be a sad day, but hey, there's still 4 blissful weeks of holiday left before the start of school.

-YIKES-

To console myself, to pry my mourning morning brain from its corner of depression, I will look forward to being in Berlin this time next week. Now THAT will be something. I need to learn some German words to impress my friends with, despite the fact that they probably wont be as impressed as I am, Im weird like that.

!HASTA LUEGO¡

Imprisonment

So here I am on a monday afternoon writing my third post, despite the alternative to slobbing indoors on the computer being getting sundrenched in greenewich park with friends.
I won't go into details, but the crux of it is that my actions, prior to being senteneced to a day of incarceration, copmromised the trust agreement I share with my parents.

They were very disappointed .

I know, I feel you wince. That vocabulary, the kind that makes you want to crawl into a hole in shame; it's the worst kind your parents can use against you. Im sure evrybody agrees with me there.

Im not proud of my actions, but life goes on. I think tomorrow will bring sunny skies rather than crisp white ceilings to stare up into. Rest assured, there'll be some grovelling. I'm hoping thinking about what I've done for today will disarm me of my childish stubbornness and hit me with another round of guilt.

Yes, thinking about it now, I suppose I have acted below my years. I'll repeat the word everyone loves to use all the time: perspective. But it is appropriate here, because I can now safely understand why people insist that arguing is a good thing, it helps you realise your mistakes and flaws and just get over yourself really.

Okay, what else is on the agenda for inspirational appenings this past week?

Not much really. Just the bright day to glare in at me mockingly.

I want to be outside.WHOOPS there's an oh-no-half-eaten-apple-rotting-biggest-fear-must-go-dispose-of-it-before-i-smell-it-and-hurl situation brewing down this end, i've gotta fly.

Off I go, Bye.

Post 2, and counting

Back again.
Who am I talking to?

dosen't
matter
though
really

does it?

Ah, I have proved myself right in failing to update my page on a Sunday. And there I was under the impression I was being all committed and organised.

One day I will go to China. That is a fact.
But I won't go to broaden my knowledge of the cultural, historical and social background of this endless country.

I just think its pretty.

The misty expanses of the early morning country side, hiding countless hectares paddy fields accommodating the slumbering rice grains waiting for harvest.
The mystic reflections of cattle and farmers padding along the terraces and
And in contrast the gleam of the city, the spines of the building growing up towards the sun.
In my mind China is a land incomparable to any other because of its growth and innovation. Everything is powered by the sun and by the people. It is a garden of industry, agriculture, and it is this flora that I want to savour before the garden becomes a jungle. Before china grows too far from its roots, and becomes just another super city.

I dont know when I'll undertake this epic voyage.
I'm still at school. How boring.
But I would do it tomorrow if I could.

For now I'll just have to live in the day. The park, the highstreet, the cinema.

"What are days for?
Days are where we live
They come, they wake us
Time and time over
They are happy to be in:
Where can we live but days?"

This is Philip Larkin's translation of Carpe Diem.
So sunny old Eltham is what I'll enjoy for the meantime.