Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

Remember all the good times
We shared in days gone by
Remember all the sadness
The day you said goodbye

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you

You said that you were leavin'
But you wouldn't be gone too long
With each new day I hope and pray
That you'll come travellin' home

Think of me when you're lonely
Think of me when you're blue
Think of me when you're far away
For I'll be thinking of you..

i feel untouchable. no stress can reach me. sleep is the only thing i lack. the only possible necessity i lack anyway..

it really does feel like the world has been placed at my feet. it feels so much smaller meeting people, constantly talking about travelling, communicating in foerign languages - filling in missing pieces trying to make sense of our thoughts. everything seems so much more possible and intriguing.

I remember before i left, when i was planning this trip i bagged on eastern europe so much. there was no way i was missing out on parts of italy to see Bulgaria or Romania...-___-;; now i cant wait. When italians tell you to miss out parts of their country and spend it elsewhere (such as Croatia, ROmania etc) you know its a good gig. and its not just one or two - all europeans say these are some of the best countries to visit. therefore, im excited. =)

had another awesome group this morning for tennis. they were a mixture of greeks, italians and spanish.. and so i mixed them up, and as i walked around talking to them, i was finding that they were not only trying to talk to each other in english, but they were also comparing the meanings of phrases and words in their languages and learning a bit of each others.. i love this. its something you would never get in australia, which is why i guess this experiece has just seemed so surreal to me.

there are people in this job that hate it here.. a lot of them say they wont come back again, the work is too hard or they dont get paid enough blar blar blar. they bitch and whinge like their job is the hardest thing in the world. I just think that perhaps they dont like kids? are they experiencing something different to me? sure I have arguements with management, I dont always enjoy working with some people and sometimes im just plain tired and cbf with some of the work they give us... but then I get into a lesson and I start talking to the kids again and I forget.. they are my duty and my priority and no matter what my mood is at the time that comes first.. & just by making them my priority you get a response. the connection is always there, you just have to get past all the shitty aspects of this job and the good outwiegh the bad 1 million to one.

its a good life. =)