i had so many openings for this one. i think i'll let my perfectionism be-shekel to get lost and i'll just start

it has been a week since i left, and i can't explain how natural and obsuce it seems all at once. i'm not sure whether it's because we're second years, but who actually cares about it... or maybe it's just because people have been changing to the extreme during these 3 amazing, long, challenging months called summer break. it's not a joke anymore, we're here and the school is ours. soon some firsties will arrive just like i did twelve months ago, and we'll be the models. at least we're expected to be, and i hope it's going to work

this week was a mess. some stuff didn't turn out as other people imagined they will but you know what, it's 2 am now, i'm super dirty after a second year bob which we haven't even used properly but i'm proud to say that i'm happy. things are awesome here and i'm making up for my own mistakes, which is always late. whether it's late or not, only time can tell

i felt horrible, not only because of the cold which is going around, also because i felt like a filthy liar. i'm not using excuses to get out  of explaining what happened, i'm just mentioning things which i usually wouldn't. is it bad? you tell me

so what am i planning to do... well, that's a very good question. organizing the coming orientation week (caraluna by bacilos is just being played, thank you very much) and putting some effort in some stuff. school (yes! motivation and good attitude, that's the spirit), UWCism and the people. wow, the people.. i think it's the time

just wondering: is everyday suppose to be productive? do i actually think this way or am i just influenced by other hippies? i guess i won't find out very soon... oh well

i'm happy, good luck for Gaya who starts her own way. i'm proud of you

my official hong kong phone number: (852)64785092.. feel free to call me, and please do

have a pleasent year, good luck in our last year of school, have fun, lots of love, happiness, joy and hugs in the air. it's all about the atmosphere

love, roei