It has been a while since I last made an entry, and I think it might be because some things have been happening, like the vacation to Bangkok. I think that's how it's spelt, but I'm not sure. I'm not good at spelling, or keeping track, or anything.
Anyway. we went to Bangkok, and Hanoi, and Ha Long Bay. It was all very nice, apart from the rampant pollution, and I did like the smell of incence that permeeted everything in Bangkok. Ha Long Bay was alright, too, if it hadn't been for the rock hard beds and the fact my worst morning ever was on that boat out in the middle of the bay.
It started off alright, I was going to have a shower. But I didn't know how to make it work. So I got dressed in order to ask mum, only to have my hand come flying up and knock the pipe out of the wall. Hot water everywhere. But worst of all, hot water all over my only bra.
The guys who ran the boat went in to fix it while I sat outside with mum with my arms crossed over my chest. They all had a good laugh at me and it wasn't so bad, until I went back into my room to discover that someone had crushed my new pair of glasses. Having bought no spare, I was forced to walk around half blind.
Then, only a few hours later, my new watch broke. True, it was a cheap immitation from a side street stall in Bangkok, but I liked it. At the very least, bad things come in threes, so the rest of the day wasn't so bad.
All in all, it was a good holiday, except that it wasn't a holiday. Having never once woke up after ten in the morning for ten days straight, I feel convinced we were never on holiday at all. One week of school has only confirmed this.
Speaking of school, yesterday was a sports day. It was absolutely horrible. Firstly, I don't swim, so the morning was total boredom beside the pool. Then it was time for the athletics part, where I was to do the 100m and 800m. I freely admit to not being fit. Sport is not my thing. So after coming last, of eight, in the 100m, I felt like I was going to be sick.
About an hour later I was convinced I'd never survive two laps of the school oval to run 800m, let alone come anything but last. So I went to my house teacher and told him so. He was so dissapointed that I felt like crying, in fact I almost did. Then he forced me to go find another girl who could do it for me. She came in 6th.
For the rest of the day I felt like a complete piece of s**t for not doing it. But there was nothing I could do. High jump is beyond impossible, they wouldn't let me take her place in the relay and there was nothing else for me to do. It didn't help that my brother, being the arse hole he is, has been teasing me non-stop ever since.
I hate him, I really do.
Ideth Community Member 
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