Looking to the future August 27, 2009
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August 27th. GCSE results day
Everybody my age has been looking to today with a blend of excitement and apprehension. I’m pleased with my GCSEs, my first real qualifications. I’ve left school with 13 GCSEs, all graded A*-B; 3 A*’s, 9 A’s, and 1 B. Additionally, I’ve managed to land myself a merit in Critical Thinking from the college and a selection of academic awards. Not bad, hey?
This is the end of an era for me. Compulsory education is over and I’ve made the most of it. This summer has been a transition phase, as I’ve stopped being a pupil at high school and thought about my future. In a few days, I’ll start my life at college, where I’ll be doing AS levels; I intend to study Maths, Physics, Computing, French and Spanish, as well as my additional studies of Creative Writing & Japanese. It’s gonna be a fun time for me, but I know that I’m gonna need to develop as a person to succeed in the next two years of my education.
And after that? It becomes a little foggy. I know I want to carry on with the two things I enjoy the most – computing and languages – but I don’t want to have to give one of them up. Perhaps a dual honours degree scheme, Computing and Language Studies? And then afterwards, who knows? Google HQ in Paris, perhaps? CERN? Teaching English as a foreign language?
Life’s about to get a lot more exciting, independent, and uncertain. And I’m going to embrace it.
Summer Enrichment May 23, 2009
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Now that High School is over, this is the longest summer that I’ll probably ever have. The question is, what shall I do with it?

Apart from the obvious, yearly necessities, such as a hot days spent in the shade of the woods, taking the train to the beach, and afternoon celebrations based on the fact that it isn’t raining, I’d like to expand my horizons this summer, ameliorate myself. I want to use these 15 weeks before I start college to focus on gaining new experiences, turning what’s usually a lazy holiday into a summer that I won’t forget.
So what should I do?
- I’m going to read a lot more. Constant studying of texts that I hate has given me little time for reading for pleasure, and there are lots of books that I need to get through.
- I’m going to work on writing more. I really should, because I enjoy crafting worded masterpieces. I should write more poetry and more blog posts, perhaps branching into journalism as well.
- Exercise. I’m not an unhealthy person, but I realise that I need to exercise more. Perhaps early morning runs before the heat kicks in? Swimming to cool off? Or, my favourite sport, Tchoukball, which I find that very few people know about it – perhaps I should spread the interest.
- I’ve discovered I have a passion for capturing moments through photography; as such, I could combine photography with creative writing and web design to make an online portfolio of creativity. I find that my skills generally lack an artistic side, as I focus on foreign languages and computer science, but by spending the summer honing my creativity, I could really benefit from it.
- Science used to fascinate me, but constant molar equations has put me off it. When the exams are over, I’m going to re-embrace science, not from a study perspective, but I’m going to pursue it as an interest. I’m carrying on Physics in college, so I can use this summer to brush up on my understanding of ‘real world’ science.
- Unfortunately, having free time isn’t cheap, as I’m prone to wasting money in the summer. I’m considering the possibility of a summer job to bring in some money and give me some more experience of work, and I’m also committing myself to putting a little bit of money in the bank each month.
- Unplugging the internet, I intend to write more letters to faraway friends, especially those in France, as it’ll help me out with my language practise.
- Speaking of the French language, I love foreign ‘art-films’, and it’d be nice to have some more cultural experience from such movies.
I’d really like to use this time I have as an experimental self-improvement time; I want to deepen my academic skills, but at the same time expand on the normal sociable summer experiences. Thank goodness for 43 Things to help me along!
Je ne peux pas écrire April 5, 2009
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I think I’m having writer’s block, and not just with my blog. I can’t seem to put together a creative piece, a discursive essay, not even a letter to one of my far-away friends. Why? What’s holding back the power to write?
In all fairness, I have been using my Twitter account a lot more recently, but that’s hardly writing, merely posting my thoughts as they come and not turning them into something more developed. But is there some malign thing in my life, preventing me from stringing together words that are actually meaningful? I think I may have lost my artistic ability with the literary canvas temporarily whilst I focus on exams, only I’ll need to be able to write well to gain good marks; and the vicious circle continues.
Reading has also become quite a stint too. It’s taken me several weeks to not even read a third of ‘War of the Worlds’, why? It took me a month to read all four books in the Twilight saga so it’s not a case of my ability. And I’ve got plenty of topics to write about – David and I recently had a very deep conversation which I can’t wait to write an article about. I’ve thought of an interesting tutorial to post. I want to finish writing up my new software concept. But there’s something holding me back from actually opening up my blog and just writing.
I love writing, I love reading. Have I become too much of an apathetic teenager to really care any more? I sincerely hope not. Hoodies and heavy metal may have become a little too prominent in my life at the moment, maybe I need to get things in balance again, including writing to my blog more. Perhaps I need to realise what needs focus at the moment.
In setting out to reason with myself why I’ve not been writing, I think I’ve accomplished getting over my writer’s block.
The Parisian Monologue December 18, 2008
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The morning we left was cold and gray. A normal coach journey took place, with a relatively uneventful ferry crossing. Yet more hours across France in a coach succeeded in tiring us all out sufficiently, and by nightfall, we were only just in the suburbs of Paris. The joys of the Boulevard Périphérique delayed our arrival at the centre by about quarante-cinq minutes, upon which we promptly deposited our luggage in the “bagagerie” and headed to the cantine for a quick supper.
A short walk brought us to an underground bowling alley, which served as our evening entertainment, but it was very late by the time we got back to the centre. A representative gave us a quick briefing about how the place worked, and that’s when I really got to appreciate the design of the hostel; shaped windows, large sculptures, plastic furniture, there was an ultra-modern feel about this place, and the visual impact was quite something. I was in a five-person room on the top floor with my friends, so we took the lift up and went straight to bed.
The next morning was an early start, as to avoid traffic. After breakfast in the centre, we head off for the Eiffel Tower. The weather had caught all of us by surprise – it resembled the transition between summer & autumn, a chilly kind of warmth that made the whole day really pleasant. The ascent up the tower was rapid, and the view of Paris, although spectacular, made me feel a bit giddy. Back on the ground, we proceeded to have a picnic at Notre Dame avec the pigeons. Anne-Laure, the stunning French assistant that worked with us last year, met up with us, it was really good to chat to her again; she warned us that a lot of the ‘beggars’ target British tourists to scam money out of them, so when I was approached by a woman giving a sob-story in perfect English, I told her in not very polite French to leave us alone. Our afternoon was spent doing some stylish shopping along the Boulevard Haussman; or rather, we went from floor to floor, surrounded by things we’ve always wanted, but could never afford.
We returned to the centre for our evening meal, and were told that there was a disco at 9PM, which called for a nicer change of clothes. My friends and I took the lift down to the basement of the centre, which was the venue of the disco, but it was just a strobe lit room with EuroPop playing. Nobody was dancing. Slightly disappointed, we all head back to us guys’ room, where we played our own music and just hung out for a few hours, until we were told that we were being a little too loud.
Our third day in France contrast the day before it – instead of the clear blue skies, it was a typical raining November day, but that didn’t stop us. We paid an early morning visit to the Arc de Triomphe – which was a lot bigger than I had ever imagined it – and promenade down the Champs-Élysées. For Lunch, we had another picnic at Montmatre, having deserved it after walking all the steps up to Le Sacre Coeur. The dark clouds and wintry chill simply complimented the beautiful church, which were drawn often by the many artists surrounding us.
From one form art to another, our next destination was the Louvre. Because we were a pre-booked group, we were able to cut the queues, but that meant we couldn’t enter through the pyramid. Having been here once before, I was able to quickly locate my favourite painting: Madonna of the Rocks, by Da Vinci. Although we got (literally) lost amongst the artwork, nobody seemed to mind asking for directions, and we even managed to exit through the pyramid, as we began our trek through the urban jungle to the Pompidou Centre. We got back for dinner early to we could head out to the Seine for a river cruise. Paris is magical at night, and we saw the Eiffel Tower light up with the EU flag. Before heading to bed, Anne-Laure met up with us at the centre, armed with authentic crêpes that she’d baked for us. Yum!
Bit sad to leave on the last day – thought it had all gone too quickly. A lazy trip back to Calais filled with sleeping and chocolate, panic struck at the toilet stop – somebody had lost their passport. We checked the seats, the bags, the luggage hold, we even phoned the centre, and still no sign of it. This made our last two hours in France uneasy, but after confirming his identity at the port with a phone call home, he was allowed to travel back to the UK with us, but he will have to go through a full security check soon, to get a new passport. The boat was a little turbulant on the way back, and we were all very tired, but we managed to have some moments of laughter. Yet more sleeping on the coach when we arrived in England, getting back home in the evening.
Paris was awesome. J’y voudrais retourner!
Twitter Is My Life Stream December 16, 2008
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Title is self explanatory.
I feel that Twitter is is connected directly to my brain. I can think a thought and it’s broadcast to those I want it to be to. I can exchange my actions with friends, comment on what their doing. But it also streams things to me – I’m a linguist, so I subscribe to Word-a-Day Tweets for Spanish, French, and Italian, as to keep my vocab fresh. It can plant inspiration in my conscious, through TinyBuddah quotes.
Twitter also lets me share photos, locations, links, ratings and tags, through simple systems created by users. It’s universal, I can tweet from anywhere, and I can follow celebrities and companies too.
It’s late – the tiredness is causing me to ramble about Twitter.
Just Tweet me to shut up next time it happens ok?
Summer Review, 2008 Style September 5, 2008
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I did this last year, and am gonna do it again.
Really sorry but I can’t find the original version of this! If someone finds it, PLEASE let me know so I can link to the original author! Thanks.
1. Have you taken lots of good pictures?
Actually, no! Very unlike me to not take pictures.
2. Who did you spend the most time with?
Elly, Matt, Lucy…still, I didn’t see some people enough as I’d have liked to.
3. Where did you spend the most time at?
The park. It’s where I seem to spend most of my time!
4. What was the highlight of your summer?
Getting the train to the beach – getting soaked by a thunderstorm at the beach – spending all my money at the beach – getting the train times wrong for the way back from the beach – evening out after the beach. So, the beach day.
5. Buy anything new this summer?
Hmm, a Sicilian flag for my wall, Link’s Awakening DX, Slipknot’s & The Medic Droid’s albums.
6. Make a new best friend?
Aaron & Shelby, what cool people.
7. Lose any best friends?
No.
8. Tried any new drugs or alcohol?
Had some Averna in Italy, that was cool.
9. Start or end any relationships?
Yup, Sarah and I broke up.
THIS SUMMER, DID YOU…
10.Go swimming?
Paddled in the sea in a thunder storm?
11. Go hiking?
Nope.
12. Go canoeing?
Nope.
14. Hurt anyone?
Probably.
15. Get hurt by anyone?
Nah.
16. Go kite flying?
Do I look the kite flying type?
17. Eat cotton candy?
I’ve learned from a young age that candy floss is messy.
18. Have any near-death experiences?
Fortunately, no!
19. Make any big trips?
Went back home to Sicily, was amazing.
20. Get a tan?
Yes! And sunburned for the first time ever at the Agrigento Temples.
22. Get in a fist fight?
No!
23. This summer, did you discover anything new about yourself?
I love where I come from.
24. This summer, did you move house?
Nope, I don’t want to.
25. This summer, did you drink?
A little.
26. This summer did you make any life changing decisions?
I’m gonna study Maths really hard, get really good at it.
27. This summer, did you sleep in a lot?
I wish! I actually didn’t, it was terrible, I always felt so lethargic.
28. This summer, did you have a Summer Anthem song?
1985 – Bowling for Soup. It reminds me of Penny! Anyone who knows that lady will see the link immediately.
29. This summer, any big regrets for you?
Not calling people I want to see more of!
30. What is the one piece of advice you’ve learned this summer that you’d like to pass on?
Long distance relationships don’t work, even if the distance is ’short’.
This summer’s been OK.
I didn’t do everything I want to.
I didn’t read loads of books, nor finish some series I’ve been meaning to watch.
But I had fun.
Holiday Revelations August 20, 2008
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On my holiday in Sicily, I realised a few things.
- A pair of Vans and a pair of flip flops are not enough. The streets are not the best to traverse, so some more shoes would have been better.
- Being disconnected from the infinite flow of the net didn’t bother me. I knew I had email waiting, I knew I had things to do, but it didn’t bother me. I only started to want to rush to a computer after I’d got off the plane on the journey home.
- Don’t order things from Amazon just before you go.
- Travelling with a disabled person is very easy. Kudos to the support that Parlemo airport offer for the disabled – it’s meglio than I had expected, with special shortcut corridors and check in areas, a dedicated attendant, and a lift for wheelchairs, it really caters for the less able people among us.
- Learn the dialect. I’ve always understood Sicilian dialect, but opted to use standard Italian instead. I wish that I’d spoken more like a local.
- Cultures don’t lock each other out. In Agrigento in Sicily, there are Greek temples; it took me a moment to comprehend why there are Greek temples in Sicily, but I grasped that Sicily didn’t just drop out of the sky, it’s an amalgam of some of the world’s most influential places, and in being so, it’s entirely its own.
- Driving is amazing. Seeing the mountains all around you, the bleakly beautiful countryside, softened by the Mediterranean sea, is really something. Navigating the roads is easy, and it’s impossible not to enjoy it with the countryside – you even ignore the bad Sicilian driving.
- Respect. Out there, respect is key. Most of the world now confuses respect with fear – we respect people because we are afraid of what they might do if we don’t; in Sicily, there is still true respect. And d’ya know what? It really shows.
- Time is irrelevant. People and places don’t change, Sicily retains an eerie immortality. I guess people just ignore the superficialities that we have over here, they stay themselves, per sempre.
- I love being Sicilian. The lifestyle is so genuine, sometimes overpowering, but always itself.
Summer Creativity July 27, 2008
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Between working and being with my friends, I want to express my more creative side this summer.
Chained and bound, my creativity doesn’t come out much. It’s a meeker part of me with amazing ideas, but not much skill – hopefully I can change that this summer.
My checklist:
- Make myself an awesome Mario Quilt
- Buy some cheap canvas shoes and make them personal
- Write chapter 2 of my epic poem (I wish), Angel’s Epitaph [http://clibra.deviantart.com/art/Angel-s-Epitaph-2-Interlude-100810501]
- Mod myself a NES Belt
- Write a poem, then translate it into Italian, Spanish and French [http://clibra.deviantart.com/art/The-Autumn-Life-93878661]
- Do something useful with my old floppy disks. [http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/floppy_disk_pen_holder]
Here goes nothing. I hope I have time to do everything I want to do this summer, everything I need to do, be with all of my friends, and have some “me” time.
What’s in a poem? July 4, 2008
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Poems are not just for literature students. They’re so much more.
I love write. I really do, and I love to read just as much. This is where I can liberate myself, through poems.
I’m in control. I can sculpt the world as I wish. I can vent my feelings, manifest them in complex metaphors. I can make them as intelligent and complicated as I want, or I can keep them as simple little rhymes.
If I’m feeling dark, I can create my world of horror and fear.
If I’m feeling philosophical, I can create a world of questions and riddle.
If I’m feeling anarchist, I can refuse to conform to any style of poetry.
The rythm is my pulse.
The words are my thoughts.
I have a blank canvas without constraints. I can pour myself onto the paper. Let the world influence my writing.
Shop Blooper May 11, 2008
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Whilst doing my shopping, I found this.

Lazy assistants.






