Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. These words successfully anounce my unconditional return to my blog which, for so long, suffered the neglect and abandonement that it was not liable to deserve. Regardless of that, here i am, casting down the events, thoughts and opinions that have guilefully became obstacles in my proverbial path of life.
Starting with the last time I posted, various things have occured not entirely without incident. My grandfather was rushed to hospital after he lost conciousness and was connected up to machines to aid his breathing. Fortunately, this panic did not go on for long as several days after, he regained conciousness and was sent to his local hospital back in Gloucester (i wish i could spell it).
My brother has been round the house a few more days than normal, possibely due to his regretable assault in Belfast which resulted in a meager bottling on the face, which left him looking rather a dodgy character for an interview he had the next day. Despite his large bruise and black eye, the interview supposedly went very well.
Amber returns back to Northern Ireland at the end of this week, a long and eagerly anticipated homecoming. Considering that Amber may be the only one reading this, i have no hesitation in expressing my unreserved adoration and unmitigated love for her. Quite frankly Amber, I am besotted with you *hug - waits eagerly for a response*. Dont forget to ask ur dad about said-chess set, and hurry up and come home lol.
Apologies in advance for the randomness of my next topic to be covered, but no words can express the anger, vexation, exation, exasperation, displeasure, crossness, irritation, irritability, indignation, pique, annoyance, fury, wrath, ire, outrage, irascibility, ill temper and aggravation caused by the unexpected detriment that inflicted me. While contently playing upon my xbox, i knew not of what horrors would befall me when suddenly the controller, which i held in my hand, snapped in two. Only after picking three shards of plastic from my flesh did it occur to me that not only was I in physical pain from the slicing of my hand, but all i was in emotional pain from the loss of my xbox controller's ability to function which has now resulted in the explicable loss of my ability to use the xbox. I still have not determined if I underetimated my own strength, or if Microsoft have belligerently released several products containing flaws, that they know full well will break in ones hands and cause shards of platic to sink into the skin of the palm and provoke the undesirable flow of blood. Either way, i still mourn at the loss of my controller. However, being optimistic, i look at the brighter side of things. Now when Im on msn chatting, the xobx can no longer distract from much more significant and importent conversations.
Today I have endured what no one should ever have to endure. I have sat and watched a feature length, headmelting, unearthly, nightmarish performance on the television by Zac Efron and other High School Musical cast members, who only succeeded in proving to me that there ARE movies more horrific than those based on Stephen King novels. It wasnt a case of the movie itself being bad, but the way in which it had a hold on me, and somehow clamped down on my ability to turn it over, is more scarey than anything Freddy Cruger could offer me. No offense Freddy, but 'Troy Bolton' sends shivers down my spine and causes my skin to crawl were-as you only make me laugh at your weird burnt face and sharp glove.
It has just occured to me that my sleep-indiced rambling in all probability isnt making sense so I shall leave my post here, and try to post MUCH more often. As often, infact, as time, work, mental capacity and mood will allow. But, for all those who care to read, goodnight. *clicks on 'publish post'*
Monday, November 5, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Lalala
I haven't written to my blog in a fair while now. I thought it was entirely necessary but recent circumstances denied me the ability to write in it. So here I am, the afternoon of Monday the 15th of October 2007, writing an entry on my laptop that will later be uploaded onto my blog page for all the people to read. The last week and a half have been fairly and otherwise elusively awkward for a number of reasons primarily revolving around maintaining the stability of my family.
It would seem that I, despite this intense emotional weight, am the only one who has to ability to work my way through struggles and find early solutions to the shit that life throws in our direction. Due to the apparent lack of rental payments made by my brother, my dad is therefore liable to cover the cost. In the event that he fails to do this he will in all probability be sued for an amount of money that, quite frankly, he doesn't have. This may lead to a jail sentence, provided that he doesn't flee to Dubai before that happens. And if this rent isn't paid my brother will face eviction with nowhere else to go, and few mates who would actually be willing to shack him up on account of his perpetual inefficiency to repay those who give to him. Will he go homeless?
Besides all that, I am well. Moderately healthy, and quite happy, the only fly in the ointment being the previously said slight emotional burden of maintain the stability of a volatile family. School continues on as normal with average results in all homework so far, one exception being English Lit, were I have yet to find if it is a talent or a weak spot that for one teacher I get Bs in all my homework so far, whereas the other teacher gives me only Cs. Either way, I enjoy it and that is the main thing as far as I am concerned. History is fairly ambiguous in the sense that I just can't get a grasp in it. I know what we're learning about, I take everything that is said into consideration, but try as I may when it comes to the test I do a direct nosedive, falling fast and hitting the ground with such force that I hate waiting to receive the results several days after. Theatre Studies is great, we finally started doing some practical exercises which are more enjoyable than the usual writing and note-taking. But yeah, it just occurred to me that people reading this are not interested in my school...nor am i for that matter but I like to think about how its going.
*10 Minutes pass as Ryan thinks of what to write next*
The results for the poetry competition have not came back yet. I asked my English teacher, who is also in charge of the whole thing, and he explained that the poems he had sent away have most likely been held up with the unavoidable postal-strike. No matter, I shall know soon enough if my poem was even slightly of standard equal to a qualified poet who marks and evaluates all the entries. I counted earlier and it turn out that I have written 28 poems since I wrote the entry to that competition. Maybe about 10 of those are personal and another 2 or 3 or meaningless and a waste of time for anyone who would read it, but Im looking into getting most, if not all of the other ones sent away to be considered for publishing =]
It would seem that I, despite this intense emotional weight, am the only one who has to ability to work my way through struggles and find early solutions to the shit that life throws in our direction. Due to the apparent lack of rental payments made by my brother, my dad is therefore liable to cover the cost. In the event that he fails to do this he will in all probability be sued for an amount of money that, quite frankly, he doesn't have. This may lead to a jail sentence, provided that he doesn't flee to Dubai before that happens. And if this rent isn't paid my brother will face eviction with nowhere else to go, and few mates who would actually be willing to shack him up on account of his perpetual inefficiency to repay those who give to him. Will he go homeless?
Besides all that, I am well. Moderately healthy, and quite happy, the only fly in the ointment being the previously said slight emotional burden of maintain the stability of a volatile family. School continues on as normal with average results in all homework so far, one exception being English Lit, were I have yet to find if it is a talent or a weak spot that for one teacher I get Bs in all my homework so far, whereas the other teacher gives me only Cs. Either way, I enjoy it and that is the main thing as far as I am concerned. History is fairly ambiguous in the sense that I just can't get a grasp in it. I know what we're learning about, I take everything that is said into consideration, but try as I may when it comes to the test I do a direct nosedive, falling fast and hitting the ground with such force that I hate waiting to receive the results several days after. Theatre Studies is great, we finally started doing some practical exercises which are more enjoyable than the usual writing and note-taking. But yeah, it just occurred to me that people reading this are not interested in my school...nor am i for that matter but I like to think about how its going.
*10 Minutes pass as Ryan thinks of what to write next*
The results for the poetry competition have not came back yet. I asked my English teacher, who is also in charge of the whole thing, and he explained that the poems he had sent away have most likely been held up with the unavoidable postal-strike. No matter, I shall know soon enough if my poem was even slightly of standard equal to a qualified poet who marks and evaluates all the entries. I counted earlier and it turn out that I have written 28 poems since I wrote the entry to that competition. Maybe about 10 of those are personal and another 2 or 3 or meaningless and a waste of time for anyone who would read it, but Im looking into getting most, if not all of the other ones sent away to be considered for publishing =]
Friday, October 5, 2007
Prodigal Son Returns
With the help of a kind-hearted compadré was this blog page established. I felt it would be considerably mean and otherwise ignorant if were to simply neglect it.
So here's to my first round of the best game in the world..."Remember Everything Good You've Done Since Last Week." So it is as a token of thanks that i offer this circumlocutory declamation.
Well, erm....*thinks deeply in silence*
Oh, last weekend was really significant so ill talk most about that. I took part in photographing a Burma Peace Rally in O'Connell Street in Dublin. The people of Dublin had gathered to offer their support to the brave peoples of Burma who are protesting for democracy. I took many good pictures but as I was only helping my dad, very few of them were considered. When he emailed away 5 of his pictures to the agency he works for, however, he emailed away 3 of mine also. These are shown below....
Much to my misfortune, none of these showed up in the newspapers the following day. My dad managed to get one on the front cover of The Sunday Times though. Taking up a quarter of the page, and being the only picture n the cover, gave him something to smile about.
After that i went with him while he photographed the Irish President Mary Macaleese attending the 300th anniversary service of a Church of Ireland. I acquired minimal amusement from this as we could clearly see that there was no place she'd rather be less than there. My dad took a brilliant picture of her scowling at the black doorman, leading to mine and his discussion on the way home as to whether or not she was secretly a clandestine racist, Did she only attend the meeting for publicity within the church, and isn't she the owner of a self-centred attitude and is stuck-up, overly pride-full, and who has an opinion of inferiority for everyone but herself, especially those of ethnic origin? Baa...that was a big long question.
Anyway, later the next day I went out for lunch with my dad and one of his friends. Here I learned, in a conversation not even directed to me, that my dad plans on moving to Dubai next year. This came as a shock as he had clearly thought it over, and it was obviously premeditated, and the first time i hear about it he is actually talking to his friend. I ask myself questions, "was i meant to hear?", "was he going to tell me anytime soon?", "how long has he been planning this?", "does he know what effect him saying that has had on my emotional and psychological stability?". I guess/hope (delete were appropriate) all will be answered in good time.
I went home that evening to find that no-one had seen or heard from my brother in up to three days. *Bang* - it hit me like a train. It couldn't have hit me harder if it actually was a train. I start panicking...its the moment that i have nightmares about. My head spins and suddenly I find myself in a state of dizziness and supreme nausea. I feel faint, and the headache that ensues my dizziness is unbelievably averse. I return home and talk to people on msn, revealing them more of the negative points of my weekend as opposed to the good. They seem very supportive though, which is a benefit of helping people emotionally as much as I do...they're always keen to repay you.
This last week has been HUGELY confusing. With school work being mixed around, friendships being blown out then re-lit, people liking and trusting me then abusing me in an audacious act of vexation. It has the powerful ability to undermine anyone's emotional stability, but thankfully to a few good people, mine has been retained thus far. But it has enlightened me, however, as to the grim finish beneath the glossy veneer of adolescent life.
We (here meaning: me, my occupational therapist, and my parents) have succeeded in our gallant attempts to acquire the acquiescence for me to use a laptop for all my classes in school. It has been beneficial, as on Tuesday i had 8 periods in private study i set about working on a report for a play i saw to weeks ago, that was due in today. I later learned that, with the use of a laptop, i managed to write 2,786 words...which made me near choke as I was so shocked at how much there was. I remember last year spending about a week planning and doing a 600 worded English essay...well my theatre studies report has surpassed any GCSE coursework I've ever handed in, and maybe as I'm starting to suspect, all of them put together as well.
Wow, I've written a lot in this last period, as the bell is now ringing, marking the end of the first of two periods. BREAK TIME!!! brb lol.
Back lol, break was good...the sun was too bright though, couldn't see.
Now...were was I. Oh yes, my theatre studies report. I hope its included all the necessary points that I needed to include as opposed to just being 2,786 words of sheer verbal verbal diarrhoea.
Now I sit hear listening to Pipe and Brass bands playing Highland Cathedral...a hymn i remember from my mums wedding when she married my step-dad Harry. The bagpipe player at the wedding was sufficient, but its fair to say the song doesn't sound the same unless played by a number of people playing bagpipes with an additional band to go along with that. Brilliant tune though, very inspirational.
I have history next :(:( don't like it very much...very boring. My favourite subject would have to be theatre studies, quite simple because we ALWAYS have a laugh at sum point during the lesson. We often find ourselves debating about various things as well. Eg. Half the class is vegetarian, so I take great delight in terrorising them, telling them exactly how rare i like to eat my steak. Then there's English LIt. which i quite enjoy. Not because I enjoy reading...but because unlike the vast majority of the population I love writing, and there's lots of it to do in English. I like it mainly because i apparently) have a talent for maundering with rather considerable verbosity. :-). What iss the point in being laconic? It doesn't achieve anything.
I just used the dictionary application on my laptop and entered 'blog':
blog
noun
a Web site on which an individual or group of users produces an ongoing narrative
hmm..."ongoing". That means continuous, ceaseless, unfaltering, endless, and none-the-less unremitting. What madness drove me to consider carrying out such an unnecessary and perpetual act of sheer superfluousness? Oh yes, that's right, I remember that people are supposedly to come on and read this. Well folks, i can tell you...if you manage to get to this part of my entry, well done :). Because its been fun writing it...and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. Hopefully it wont take as long though.
But now as this 2nd period draws to an end, i must finish up and say my fairwells. Cheerio for now, I'll try posting as often as I can from now on.
Bubi xx
So here's to my first round of the best game in the world..."Remember Everything Good You've Done Since Last Week." So it is as a token of thanks that i offer this circumlocutory declamation.
Well, erm....*thinks deeply in silence*
Oh, last weekend was really significant so ill talk most about that. I took part in photographing a Burma Peace Rally in O'Connell Street in Dublin. The people of Dublin had gathered to offer their support to the brave peoples of Burma who are protesting for democracy. I took many good pictures but as I was only helping my dad, very few of them were considered. When he emailed away 5 of his pictures to the agency he works for, however, he emailed away 3 of mine also. These are shown below....
Much to my misfortune, none of these showed up in the newspapers the following day. My dad managed to get one on the front cover of The Sunday Times though. Taking up a quarter of the page, and being the only picture n the cover, gave him something to smile about.
After that i went with him while he photographed the Irish President Mary Macaleese attending the 300th anniversary service of a Church of Ireland. I acquired minimal amusement from this as we could clearly see that there was no place she'd rather be less than there. My dad took a brilliant picture of her scowling at the black doorman, leading to mine and his discussion on the way home as to whether or not she was secretly a clandestine racist, Did she only attend the meeting for publicity within the church, and isn't she the owner of a self-centred attitude and is stuck-up, overly pride-full, and who has an opinion of inferiority for everyone but herself, especially those of ethnic origin? Baa...that was a big long question.
Anyway, later the next day I went out for lunch with my dad and one of his friends. Here I learned, in a conversation not even directed to me, that my dad plans on moving to Dubai next year. This came as a shock as he had clearly thought it over, and it was obviously premeditated, and the first time i hear about it he is actually talking to his friend. I ask myself questions, "was i meant to hear?", "was he going to tell me anytime soon?", "how long has he been planning this?", "does he know what effect him saying that has had on my emotional and psychological stability?". I guess/hope (delete were appropriate) all will be answered in good time.
I went home that evening to find that no-one had seen or heard from my brother in up to three days. *Bang* - it hit me like a train. It couldn't have hit me harder if it actually was a train. I start panicking...its the moment that i have nightmares about. My head spins and suddenly I find myself in a state of dizziness and supreme nausea. I feel faint, and the headache that ensues my dizziness is unbelievably averse. I return home and talk to people on msn, revealing them more of the negative points of my weekend as opposed to the good. They seem very supportive though, which is a benefit of helping people emotionally as much as I do...they're always keen to repay you.
This last week has been HUGELY confusing. With school work being mixed around, friendships being blown out then re-lit, people liking and trusting me then abusing me in an audacious act of vexation. It has the powerful ability to undermine anyone's emotional stability, but thankfully to a few good people, mine has been retained thus far. But it has enlightened me, however, as to the grim finish beneath the glossy veneer of adolescent life.
We (here meaning: me, my occupational therapist, and my parents) have succeeded in our gallant attempts to acquire the acquiescence for me to use a laptop for all my classes in school. It has been beneficial, as on Tuesday i had 8 periods in private study i set about working on a report for a play i saw to weeks ago, that was due in today. I later learned that, with the use of a laptop, i managed to write 2,786 words...which made me near choke as I was so shocked at how much there was. I remember last year spending about a week planning and doing a 600 worded English essay...well my theatre studies report has surpassed any GCSE coursework I've ever handed in, and maybe as I'm starting to suspect, all of them put together as well.
Wow, I've written a lot in this last period, as the bell is now ringing, marking the end of the first of two periods. BREAK TIME!!! brb lol.
Back lol, break was good...the sun was too bright though, couldn't see.
Now...were was I. Oh yes, my theatre studies report. I hope its included all the necessary points that I needed to include as opposed to just being 2,786 words of sheer verbal verbal diarrhoea.
Now I sit hear listening to Pipe and Brass bands playing Highland Cathedral...a hymn i remember from my mums wedding when she married my step-dad Harry. The bagpipe player at the wedding was sufficient, but its fair to say the song doesn't sound the same unless played by a number of people playing bagpipes with an additional band to go along with that. Brilliant tune though, very inspirational.
I have history next :(:( don't like it very much...very boring. My favourite subject would have to be theatre studies, quite simple because we ALWAYS have a laugh at sum point during the lesson. We often find ourselves debating about various things as well. Eg. Half the class is vegetarian, so I take great delight in terrorising them, telling them exactly how rare i like to eat my steak. Then there's English LIt. which i quite enjoy. Not because I enjoy reading...but because unlike the vast majority of the population I love writing, and there's lots of it to do in English. I like it mainly because i apparently) have a talent for maundering with rather considerable verbosity. :-). What iss the point in being laconic? It doesn't achieve anything.
I just used the dictionary application on my laptop and entered 'blog':
blog
noun
a Web site on which an individual or group of users produces an ongoing narrative
hmm..."ongoing". That means continuous, ceaseless, unfaltering, endless, and none-the-less unremitting. What madness drove me to consider carrying out such an unnecessary and perpetual act of sheer superfluousness? Oh yes, that's right, I remember that people are supposedly to come on and read this. Well folks, i can tell you...if you manage to get to this part of my entry, well done :). Because its been fun writing it...and I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. Hopefully it wont take as long though.
But now as this 2nd period draws to an end, i must finish up and say my fairwells. Cheerio for now, I'll try posting as often as I can from now on.
Bubi xx
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Just beginning
Finally investigated deeper into the mystifying world of blog posting and am continuing to find it easier and easier to understand and operate. I intend, in time, to provide a spectacle of selected photos that i take, and have taken, for those interested to veiw and possibley comment on.
I shall also follow the blog way of things and try posting regularly in a diary type fashion.
I shall also follow the blog way of things and try posting regularly in a diary type fashion.
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