It's all about graduation

Today is one of those days that you'd think you'll remember for the rest of your life...

At least you should.

I'm here at my former school in Nakhon Nayok and it's graduation day, a day that marks the end of the "stay at home and depend on your parents for meals" era.

But that's pretty much all I remember about my graduation day...

I remember being there and being questioned, but I can't honestly remember how I felt or what most of the questions were about or who came before and after me.

I don't remember going home or what I did after, I remember studying the days before but that might be a memory or just a known fact.

I suppose this works differently for different people, I believe some retain the memory of this day and hold on to it like one of the best days of their lives.

I guess for me it was just another day... A stressful one but apparntly not even that hard to go through.

Maybe it's because back home we don't have a cerimony or anything like that: you go there, do your exam, go home. 

Nothing special, nothing to report, nothing to remember...

Litterary memories

AI'm on the train on my way bavk from Edinburgh to London and the view is breathtaking.

All the villages and th woods and the green hills...

And the sea! I mean, I live on an island and work by the beach but this is so different.

The sea here is dark, agitated, torbid and it seems to be here to take back the land we inhabit.

And this whole idea is completed by the amazing cliffs that the waves try to have their way with.

I can really see how all this might have inspired so many writers, so much litterature...

I think I should come back here and rent a place by the sea to write my book.

Peace, quite and not having around anyone I know: it will be a masterpiece.

I have to stop writing here every 5 seconds to take pictures of the view...

Simply lovelly!

Looking at the cottages I can picture Marianne and Margaret Dashwood walking up and down or just Marianne tushing up to get a last good look at Willoughby's house...

I can see Elizabeth Bennet with her dress' bottom covered in mud power-walking towards Netherfield Park to check on Jane.

Ok, I guess the countryside is all about Miss Austen's works, but I have all the time in London to be Mrs Dalloway.

I can't even begin to immagine how hard it will be to walk around Bath with no Capt. Wentworth letter in my hands...

But back to this trip...

All the magic brought by the memories of Mansfield Park could be ruined by one thing only and here we have it: a group of loud, rude, smelly food eating Chinese people.

The postcard perfect view should have a different background so I think I'll enjoy it with my iPod in my ears...

The bus chronicles

Ok so, as you might have figured out already, I'm on the bus.

I'm going back to my appartment from my parents' place to pack my things for London... Leaving tomorrow morning.

This bus is the one high school kids take from all the surrounding towns to get to those few, far away schools this area has to offer.

From scientific high-schools (just like the one I attended what now seems to be a life and a half ago) to professional training schools for restaurant staff and hotellerie (I suppose I should keep the French word for it... Just to have that certain je ne sais quoi).

All the students get off the bus on the third and fourth stop and at the fifth most of the people that work in the city hops on, so in a 5 minutes time both the average age and the main topics change drammatically...

I am, I think, between the two groups agewise, so I really have no comments on that except for "Lady, for crying out loud, buy pants that reach your ankles: this is not a fishing trip!" Or "Boys, for your own sake and the sake of your penis: learn the magic of deodorant!".

But what I wanted to write about is more the shift of topics/language we had here.

First of all boys seem to be mute this early in the morning, while girls had a lot to share: we had "new cell phone so I need all the numbers back... Mainly that guy's" and "are you coming tomorrow? I hear there will be a strike so we won't go in I might as well stay in bed..." ( just so you know here students'strikes aren't protests about the money cuts to education or unemployment or the lack of updating in the teaching programs... They are about the heaters being off - when it's 27 degrees outside - or the lack of vending machines in the hallways. Sorry, no more peace marches here... My heart is breaking) or, to resume our topic, my very favourite " if that bitch gets on do not let her seat next to me... I'll pretend I'm sleeping".

Change of passengers change of focus: most of them are sleeping and those 2/3 that aren't talked about " have you heard how early the tickets office closes at the bus station??? How can they do that? ( btw we have tickets machines as well so they could just buy the tickets there with no need for an office)" and "can you believe what are they asking me to do? I already givethem 8hours of my day I need time to enjoy my life!" and now they are reading and commenting today's paper with a series of "can you believe this?" "I knew this was going to happen" "I am not surprised" " All polititians are the same" and "Have you heard about that guy that killed his ex? He was the neighbour/cousin/relation of someone".

So now you have a panoramic view of what is like to take a bus from the middle of nowhere across a bunch of nobody towns.

Remember I am writing this from the bus, so be nice to my spelling!

Life changes

This time I've decided: I'm turning my life around.

I need to change things if I want to enjoy what I am doing or do what I enjoy (????).

I don't want to live her anymore: fine!

I don't want to be a student any longer: perfect! 

I want to have my own place and my own job: fair enough!

So, these things are not just going to happen so, inspired by this amazing jazz piece playing on one of the iTunes stations (Drop that sack, by Johnny Dodds) I am making a life plan.

I am a very visual person you can say, so abstract goals never really stuck with me...

I need visual aids.

So as soon as I'll be done telling you/none about this I'll get paper and pen and design my future... Well... Not really my future... My path to it.

Keep your fingers crossed!

I'll try to post a picture of the plan later and keep you updated on how it will be going.

FYI

Oh yes...

Just so you know...

You can comment on my posts, that would help

Fall nostalgic

So here I am, watching the third episode of the 10 season of Greys Anatomy...

Don't worry, no spoliers, I wouldn't ruin this for anyone, this show it's just awesome.

But we are not here to talk about shows, we will do that some other time (perhaps later... Most definetly later).

We are here to talk about Fall and all that implies.

WHERE THE HELL IS MY FALL???

I'm in town, it's October and it's 30 bloody degrees outside!!

And I don't want to hear all those "oh but you are so lucky... Blah blah blah... I'm freezing... Blah blah blah..." Because this is bloody October and I shouldn't be here sweating my pants off!

I love hot weather when I'm at the beach... By the pool... In a tropical country on vacation.

NOT when I have to clean up my room or go grocery shopping or going to the bank to pay my college tuition.

And most of all this heat makes the fish market right under my window smell as if a thousand fish died and they were left out for seagulls to feast on them.

Well I guess this worked.
All the complaining did take my mind off all the Greys Anatomy drama...

 I think I'll need more than this when I'll watch the Cory Monteith memorial Glee episode.

Back in town

I must say I've never liked this city all that much...

It's noisy, cahotic (even with just 300.000 people in it), sometimes dirty and people are quite rude.

But now that I have been living here for almost 3 years I can see its appeal, I can see why people move here from all over the island.

I've been to bigger and better cities in my life and I think I can relate to the amazement of a person who spent all of her/his life in the middle of nowhere coming to a place where you actually need to get on a bus to go buy groceries.

But my friendship, love is too strong of a word for my feelings, with this city is based on a different ground: I don't really look for something to amaze me but for diversity.

I love being able again to eat out and not have to settle for pizza, going for drinks, happy hours, meetings, groups, societies... All this and more.

My social life has being resenting of our move back home, mainly because all of my friends now live somewhere else and, although I enjoy shopping with my mom and becoming one with my sofa, that just won't cut it for the whole week.

Soit's almost 2 pm and now I'll get dressed and I'll go out to grab a coffee or something with a new friend and I won't have to spend my time ri-orgnizing my closet.

Please, don't get me wrong, I'll have to lean that crap out of my closet. Just not now.

Maybe later?