Reflecting seas

The ocean, the sea, the beach all have power. Power that is not measured merely by the force of their tides or thee weight of their waves but by the influence that they have over some people. The sea is like a person showing it´s emotions through itself. It calms and soothes the aggitated who can not find peace or clear thinking anywhere else. The surf beats up against the rocks; a constant - it always goes and comes back, fastes or slower matters not just that it dies.
The ship brood on the horizon, a constant reminder as to what aggitated oneself before, though as it does not move it can stay quietly in the distance.
The gulls hover overhead; soaring on the moving winds, crying out a warning to those who come too close. They land to mark their turf so that any others know to stay away, for who really would look up whilst walking on the ground?

Time

Keeping track of time, timetables and set hours is something that more often than not does not happen. Honestly, who needs watches? clocks? those things that have the time shown on them? It´s so much easier to make everybody wait (did I say everybody? I meant those people who actually do like to be on time). To some people time is money therefore time is precious. So why is there such an excessive waste of said time?

forwarning.....

The night before..... delightful trepidation, worry, near total freak out.....
Getting things ready, what do you actually need for something that you don´t even know??? Paper, Pens - obvious......but what else? Got no Timetables, no locations, no set things to be done..... so it´s gonna be interesting....

A new place, a new set of people who don´t know each other.......new impressions, being the funny interesting little thing in the petridish under close examination by everybody: professors, senoirs, the people who live there..... lovely really´..

One of the good things that just brightens my day is that my school centre (or whatever they call it) is literally on the beach, ok so its more like 100/200 meters from the actual beach.... that´s the one thing that can actually make me relax no matter what......

So deep breath, let´s see what happens on the morrow....

the tune

Lately I have been hooked on Bon Jovi´s latest hits. Some of the songs just seem to talk to me. For instance "It´s my Life" - three simple words that when strung together can mean so many different things, when one is irritated and fed up of being told what to do they reinstate your claim that your life is yours, when you need a confidence boost and don´t know what to do - it´s MY life.......

And the all time classic that most rebellious people know.... "Have A Nice Day": "...i´m gonna live my life...." a real beaut of a song that sweeps in and gives you the edge to do whatever it is that you probably shouldn´t be doing or having problems accomplishing.

There is probably a song appropriate for any situation and every kind of experience. When you have found the song that makes you feel good about yourself, that you can lipsync and/or sing as you walk down the street (even though people will think you are crazy, you really are so that is no worry), that makes you smile just because it does....blast the song out, sing it with all your heart and grin like there´s no tomorrow because it´s the best thing you can do for yourself.

dinamite

At the moment everything is at a sort of limbo......do I start getting ready, organizing books and stuff, packing bags??? I have no blinking idea......

"Tomorrow, tomorrow dawns the day", (thanks so much Shakespeare for that handy quote that now plays around in my head so very often these past days) true as the timetables and acceptance information is going to be released tomorrow.... Nervous? hell yeah!..... Then those annoying two words start buzzing around your head, "what if?"...

WHAT IF??? two simple little words that by themselves I have no real problems with, put them together and it seems that they turn into dinamite: the damage is extensive, the fuse is lit and the time it takes to reach the actual point of blowing up is eternal in some cases.

The human mind is so complex and sometimes, in some cases, so simple....our life´s job is to worry: we worry and it makes us feel, whether those emotions are bad to awful, gut-churning and painful, they are the feelings that are the simpliest to analise.

So dinamite...fuse lit, worry stretching everything everywhere, only lasts in this case a few more hours..... at least I don´t have to suffer all of them awake; thank heavens for sleep.

the connection

So it begins..... Higher Education, University, more studying after highschool- whatever you want to call it it comes down to the same thing: OMW!

Here, there is a high reliance on the internet and everything is done that way; from a 5th grader having to email her paper on tobacco farming to uni students sifting through pages and pages of long-winded, unseemingly important words to find out what is the next step to candidating for university is.
Some times I just start laughing out loud, and yes people do tend to stare at me oddly - but I´m already used to that, imagining how that would cope if they lived where I used to: what with powercuts, slow internet, etc. For any Zimbabwean/African who has lived through those things and came out alive, you know what im talking about.

no nobody knows

Here (where i am now) there is a type of expectation that is you want to know something you ask and if you are lucky you will get the information you seek, but in most cases "nobody knows" which either translates to:
1] they actually really don´t know
2] they know but don´t want to tell you and reckon that you will figure it out by yourself
but in the end when all is said and done those same people turn around to you and say "didn´t you know?" with a look of omw-she-seriously-didn´t-know? Of course i didn´t bloody well know, if i had to ask you. But hey, that is just one of the delightful things about this place....