A Few Changes

It’s been ages since I’ve posted…but with good reason!

Since my last post in late February, several changes in my day-to-day lifestyle have occurred. Firstly, I have got back into reading quite a lot. Not as much as I used to when I was ten, but still more than has been customary for the last couple of years. My current read is a brilliant Tom Clancy novel called Red Storm Rising. It stands on its own (it isn’t part of a series) which means that I can then get on with some other books for school, like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (For English) and To Kill a Mockingbird (Also for English).

Secondly, school has got a lot better. Not only academically, but also the volleyball season has meant that I spend more time outside at break times, which is very fun. I have invested more time into biology, which has paid off on my grades – I’m set for an A this quarter…

Hope y’all are doing wonderfully as well. I’ll try and write again next weekend.


Thus with a Kiss…

At 1525 hours this Monday 13 February, I committed suicide quite literally over my wife’s dead body, having slain her fiancee and then honoured his dying request to be laid to rest with the thirteen-year-old girl with whom I was having an affair…Paris was played by Halil, who I seem to have a play-history with. Not only did I humiliate him in a swordfight and then take his girl last year, but I stabbed him while he was playing Tybalt, to avenge Mercutio, and then today when he played Paris. Here’s to many more occasions of beating him to the girl…Well actually, Here’s to my love. O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss, I die.

Romeo’s Final Soliloquy:

In faith, I will.—Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris.
What said my man, when my betossèd soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet.
Said he not so? Or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so?—O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.
I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave.
A grave? Oh, no. A lantern, slaughtered youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interred.
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry, which their keepers call
A lightning before death! Oh, how may I
Call this a lightning?—O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquered. Beauty’s ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death’s pale flag is not advancèd there.—
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin.—Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorrèd monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again. Here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber maids. Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide.
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark.
Here’s to my love! O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.


Romeo and Juliet

At the moment in English class, we are reading Romeo and Juliet and acting it out as we go. It is one of my favourite things that we have done in class! For example, today I got to avenge Mercutio by stabbing Tybalt. Then again, it was really getting to poke one classmate with a sword while another one rolled around on the ground in agony (he had been stabbed…)

Below are two photos from the balcony scene which we did in the rain on Friday. Miss Jones didn’t want the script to get wet, hence the pink umbrella. The other shot was meant to be me calling up to Juliet, but it didn’t really go so well…



I was looking through my camera roll the other day, and noticed that there are many photos that I might as well post on here. Three unrelated photos are below, simply because visuals are easier than words (especially when I take too many words to say a single statement).

In other news, we have our second basketball match tomorrow at the mansion pictured below, so that will be fun…

The Tirana International School Mansion (as I fondly know call it), the site of our basketball games
A failed attempt at a nice corridor-image looking up towards the mountain (From the Stephen Centre)
The parliament buildings with a mosque to the left and the clock tower behind (just because it isn’t that bad of a shot)

Finals Week

So today is Wednesday 18 January. I am midway through my first finals week of my life. Yaay…

On Monday morning, we started with our biology exam from 8:15-10:15. As I turned to the second page, a thought entered my mind: “huh. I should have studied more…” That was the most unpleasant thought that could have occurred. We had nothing yesterday, Tuesday, so I made some study guides for the two I have tomorrow, Thursday. This morning we had English, which seemed way too easy. I think I did something wrong. I finished it at 9:28, just over an hour after starting it, and went to go buy a basketball since our first game is a week from today, and I need the practice. Now I am just waiting for lunch and drama to roll around…

Trip to Durres

As previously stated, we went to a hotel in Durres for Friday night, taking advantage of the extra time off school. Here are some poor quality photos I took while there.

The hotel was just up from one that we had previously stayed at, Vila Verde. I couldn’t be bothered to scroll down my blog until I found the post I wrote about it…


No School!

A day after the Christmas break, the Ministry of Health ordered that all schools must be closed until the 9th in order to avoid a huge outbreak of the flu. I’m not complaining…We will be going away on Friday night to a hotel in Durres for a mini-holiday, but in the meantime, the teachers have still assigned us work. Lovely. I mean, we would be in school eight hours a day, but instead, we have three days off and a small amount of work to do, so I probably shouldn’t be complaining about that small work. I should also start seriously memorising my lines for drama, since the play is in less than two months, and I only have the first scene memorised. Yaaay…