Niki's Sunday

Well once again MSN is not cooperating so i am online, but unable to chat to you. So the obvious short-term remedy to this predicament is to write a pointless post, so here it is;

Sunday in my world is always relaxed, i have things to do but no schedule to stick to. There's homework and the gym, both of which have to be done.

This sunday was no exception, i was rudely awoken today, unusual for a sunday. At around 11am i hear a distant thumping, a thumping outside of that in my head and then a loud voice, deep inside myself i know that i should throw off my saturday-night-induced-comatose state but i am reluctant. Then my door is thrown open and standing in the doorway, a large man, who turns out to be my Dad. I hear the words "gym" and "now", i don't like them much.

Nonetheless my dad is stubborn and will not leave until i am dressed and on my way, so within 1/2 i am blinking in the bright light, wondering when Guernsey got to be so cold. In another few minutes i find myself reluctantly on the treadmill, running, because when you don't run you fall off. After only around 15minutes of this ludicrous activity i decide that enough is enough and promptly fall off, a little more awake by now. I dutifully make my way around the gym, through pounding music and past disgusting sweaty people unitl my program is done, my CD has finished and i am knackered.

A long, hot shower later i am finally awake, at 1:30pm. I walk home and collapse into a sandwich, which i then eat in front of the tv, i stay here for several hours. Various people come and go, some of which live here, some that don't, some that i know and some that i don't. I watch a movie and then Ski Sunday before i am rudely awoken once again by the abysmal sound of atomic kitten being played on my little sister's stereo and a few minutes later her tone-deaf voice singing along. This is enough for me so i sprint upstairs, close my door and turn my stereo up. Only to be yelled at that tea is ready 15minutes later, i dubiously stick my head out of my door, and am relieved to hear that the teen-tack-trash has been switched off, i eat my tea.

This done i retreat upstairs once more to fill in some summer forms and do my laborious physics assignment before texting some friends and, when i hear my sisters coming up to bed, i come down to turn this computer on. To my dismay MSN will not work so after some refreshingly abusive language i sit down to write this.

Currently my phone is ringing, my music blaring and possibly everyone in St Peter Port is yelling at me but you know what? I really don't give a shit because sunday is nearly over and tomorrow the world will climb back into their mundane little goldfish bowls, oblivious to the world around them and my music blaring when i should be at school.

Have a nice week

Keep living x x x

Revelations

I have to admit that when Gordon mentioned that poem i did wonder what the hell he was on about, but when i go and take look-see for myself it is my poem!! Written in year 6 - when i was 10, posted by my teacher at the time Mrs Davey. I cannot believe i never knew that it was online. Anyway here it is:

"Composed standing over the blue mountain"

This place now doth like a garment wear,
I look from this point, these Blue Mountains.
This is a calm, serene place
All is quiet and clear, the other islands are visible.
This beautiful place.
Opens unto sea, rocks and the town.
Ne'er did the sun more beautifully sleep over this point.
Morning is breaking but still all is soundless,
Except for the distant horn of a huge ferry.
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so gentle,
The sea swishes at its own sweet will.

Keep Living x x x

Blah

Not much hapenning, just felt compelled to write. Thanks for all the good lucks and stuff although exams have truly gone very badly so far.

Although i am liking study leave, utilising my new-found freedom to play music really loud and i'm liking coming and going as and when i feel like it.

Well i am now immersed also in 6th form applications and interviews and shit like that, if they base it on these mock results i'm really not gonna get far.

Anyway i'm rambling now so i'll go.

Keep living x x x

De amigo a verdugo - From a friend to a tormenter

Siempre he vivido al lado del mar. Era nuestro amigo y nuestro sustento. Pero ahora me asusta.
Antes, el sonido de las olas era música para mis oídos. Ahora tengo pesadillas de olas entrando en mi casa y llevándonos lejos. Nunca pensé que el mar también podía ser destructivo.
A pesar de todo, todavía amo el mar. Soy un isleño. No puedo irme lejos del océano.

Don't adjust your machines!! This is intended to be in spanish, it was my 5 minute test for today - to translate it from spanish to english. I will put the english below but i just thought that you might like to read it in the original spanish first. It relates to the tsunami disaster and it's my own wierd way of recognising the scale of the thing. Respect the sea.

English: I've always lived by the sea. It was our friend and our livelihood. But now it frightens me.

Before, the sound of the waves was music to my ears. Now i have nightmares of waves entering my house and carrying us. Never did the sea could be so destructive.

In spite of everything i still love the sea. I'm an islander. I could never take myself far from the sea.

That's it, your spanish session for today is now complete. Be careful out there.

Keep living x x x