Sick, Sandwiches, Sanity

It seems that in a time when I desperately need to be reminded of all the perks of living in such a place as this, I am made fully aware of all the reasons I want to leave. So between immense periods of incredible boredom and my bed turning into a houseboat amidst the floods, I am hit with the oh so lovely SEAsia tummy thing. Last night, had a snack after school, felt fine.. went to MK's to watch a hot boy break out of prison and then suddenly had to leave. Spent the night being sick from... well at one point I had puke coming out of my nose! Awesome! So felt a little "off" all day... the random sick thing is really irritating!

Anyway enough of that.. although I could describe and basically told my homeroom all about it. They get that for describing their diarrhea to me in full details nearly every freakin morning!

Alright I'm done....

Today I was walking home from school and there was a student walking in front of me. No I was not following teenage boys home from school... Anyway fortunately we were walking at similar paces and so I never caught up to him and had to have the awkward moment of passing him and making small talk and then wishing he wasn't staring at my bum.. but no, that didn't happen.
Anyway the kid was one of the coolest kids in Senior School.. athletic, westernized, smart, funny, popular.. you know but walking behind him, made me kind of sad. He looked like a little boy in his baseball cap and school uniform untucked, his big backpack weighing him down. There was something sort of sad about him, maybe it was because he kind of looked vulnerable or something. Or maybe I'm just a freak for feeling sad as I watched this kid walking home by himself.

There are a few things that do that to me. I remember when I was in high school my history teacher was a priest.. Father T. He was such a sweet old man but being a priest meant he lived alone. I remember him telling me about how he spends Christmas Eve (with a couple former students and some other priest friends, not a big deal, just kind of sad) and then I tried to tell my family about it and burst into tears in front of them. Anytime anyone talks to me about Father T, I get teary.

Or there are little things like this guy who told me the other day that he was sitting at his desk eating a cheese sandwich. It made me feel sad for him. I don't know why a guy eating a simple sandwich could make me feel sad... but there is something about sandwiches that have always made me sad. Like sandwiches made by kids moms and brought in Tupperware to school. Oh man! Something is wrong with me! It could be that there is something simple and innocent about a sandwich... oh dear.. I'm losing it... never mind! Just sometimes little things make me sad.. I'm a unique individual.. sandwiches make me sad. There I said it...

And seeing as this post doesn't have anywhere else to go.. I'm done!