Band-Aided.
First of I want to thank everyone that commented on my earlier, totally incoherent post, and also those that didn't, really, because --hell-- sometimes there isn't a whole lot to comment on. Things have settled down somewhat, and so I feel that I can write about them freely. So at this point I've talked with so many people about it that I'll try to keep it as brief as I can, but I've lj-cut it for your convenience. Everyone's free to comment if you have any questions. I don't mind!
Sandcastle me and doraya built in Höllviken.
June 9th was the day I received all the bad news.
My exchange coordinator informed me that they had been trying to contact me when I was away visiting my boyfriend's family. But since my mom had missed a package they had sent it had been returned to them, and this was creating a bit of a problem. I was on my way home (I had stopped by doraya's place in Småland) so in the light of this I was quite stressed and anxious to get home!
Moments later fearsithe (my bf) called telling me he had gotten a message from Waseda (the Japanese university he had been accepted to) that he wouldn't be receiving the Monbu scholarship (文部科学省) he had applied for, and then they gave him three days to notify them if he would be going on the exchange anyway or not. The horrible thing was that we sent our applications around May and they wait until less than two months before informing him. And what's worse is that they give him a weekend to think about it, which leaves him with no possibility of calling for loans etc. to make sure if he can afford it. In the end he decided not to go, because he really can't 'waste' (in terms of both money and time) one year away from his law studies when he only has one year of CSN-loans but still two more years of law left to complete. I'm proud of him and impressed by his strength and courage to turn down something he's been dreaming about for so long, backing it up with logic and realism. I know I called it cynicism in my last post, and sure I'm the type of foolhardy person that rather live in the now, even if it means living rough in the future, rather than plan ahead and loose the chance at something awesome, but really...he feels good about his decision and I will support him in any way I can!! It was a relief, if only a small one, for him to find out that he would have received the scholarship had the economic situation in Japan (the world!) not been so dire. He did everything he could, and man, he is the one person that deserved it the most… But the world is a bitch really…
This means I'll (probably! Ritsumeikan is even slower with their information than Waseda) be going to Japan alone for a year. Well hey, he would have been in Tokyo and I in Kyoto, so not that much change? (Fuck yes it is, 'cause he'll be in Sweden now... and I in Japan...) but as far as I'm concerned I wanna do this. I have nothing planned for the whole of two semesters, since I was banking on the two of us going, and I still need this break to figure out if I should really go for my dream of working with design on movie sets/work in an art department.
Now that I have eased you into all of the bad news, here comes the one that hit the hardest (and believe me, they all hit like sucker punches to the face)...the one that really screwed with me when I found out about it. Onto the real real real reason I've been so down and out lately...
My uncle Richie in Israel crashed with a two person plane the other week.
At the time when I found out we knew little about his chances of survival or how bad it was. My cousin called and told my parents that, yes, Richie had crashed when out flying his plane. He'd gone down somewhere close to Jerusalem (pulling down a power line and blacking out a suburb in the process) and he had survived the initial crash but had a lot of broken bones and was going through surgery in ER. As mentioned earlier I was at doraya's place at the time, and my mom called to give me the bad news. Needless to say I was devastated and worried-out-of-my-mind. The thought of my uncle crashing scared the living daylights out of me and what was worse was that at the time he wasn't stable but still in intensive care. So flash-forward to present time: after undergoing surgeries, he is now stable, and they say he might be coming home (albeit in a wheelchair) in a week! But he's not exactly young anymore and has already gone through a hip-surgery, so of course we're worried about the healing process. But his doctor seems positive so I'm hopeful! It's Richie after all ♥
Yeah, so now you know. Not exactly Candy's life of Cotton, rainbows and unicorns huh...but things are looking up, and we all have bad times. I'm just happy and blessed that I have wonderful friends & family standing at my side through the dark times!!
Live and love like a Beautiful sunset. ♥
13th/7; Sahara remembrance day; Thank you for living on in our minds even after all this time. You make me choose life & helped me find love. The impact you left proves you outlived yourself. ("Out of sight don't mean out of mind to me" ♥ doraya. Thanks for all the tears of support bb.)
Sandcastle me and doraya built in Höllviken.
June 9th was the day I received all the bad news.
My exchange coordinator informed me that they had been trying to contact me when I was away visiting my boyfriend's family. But since my mom had missed a package they had sent it had been returned to them, and this was creating a bit of a problem. I was on my way home (I had stopped by doraya's place in Småland) so in the light of this I was quite stressed and anxious to get home!
Moments later fearsithe (my bf) called telling me he had gotten a message from Waseda (the Japanese university he had been accepted to) that he wouldn't be receiving the Monbu scholarship (文部科学省) he had applied for, and then they gave him three days to notify them if he would be going on the exchange anyway or not. The horrible thing was that we sent our applications around May and they wait until less than two months before informing him. And what's worse is that they give him a weekend to think about it, which leaves him with no possibility of calling for loans etc. to make sure if he can afford it. In the end he decided not to go, because he really can't 'waste' (in terms of both money and time) one year away from his law studies when he only has one year of CSN-loans but still two more years of law left to complete. I'm proud of him and impressed by his strength and courage to turn down something he's been dreaming about for so long, backing it up with logic and realism. I know I called it cynicism in my last post, and sure I'm the type of foolhardy person that rather live in the now, even if it means living rough in the future, rather than plan ahead and loose the chance at something awesome, but really...he feels good about his decision and I will support him in any way I can!! It was a relief, if only a small one, for him to find out that he would have received the scholarship had the economic situation in Japan (the world!) not been so dire. He did everything he could, and man, he is the one person that deserved it the most… But the world is a bitch really…
This means I'll (probably! Ritsumeikan is even slower with their information than Waseda) be going to Japan alone for a year. Well hey, he would have been in Tokyo and I in Kyoto, so not that much change? (Fuck yes it is, 'cause he'll be in Sweden now... and I in Japan...) but as far as I'm concerned I wanna do this. I have nothing planned for the whole of two semesters, since I was banking on the two of us going, and I still need this break to figure out if I should really go for my dream of working with design on movie sets/work in an art department.
Now that I have eased you into all of the bad news, here comes the one that hit the hardest (and believe me, they all hit like sucker punches to the face)...the one that really screwed with me when I found out about it. Onto the real real real reason I've been so down and out lately...
My uncle Richie in Israel crashed with a two person plane the other week.
At the time when I found out we knew little about his chances of survival or how bad it was. My cousin called and told my parents that, yes, Richie had crashed when out flying his plane. He'd gone down somewhere close to Jerusalem (pulling down a power line and blacking out a suburb in the process) and he had survived the initial crash but had a lot of broken bones and was going through surgery in ER. As mentioned earlier I was at doraya's place at the time, and my mom called to give me the bad news. Needless to say I was devastated and worried-out-of-my-mind. The thought of my uncle crashing scared the living daylights out of me and what was worse was that at the time he wasn't stable but still in intensive care. So flash-forward to present time: after undergoing surgeries, he is now stable, and they say he might be coming home (albeit in a wheelchair) in a week! But he's not exactly young anymore and has already gone through a hip-surgery, so of course we're worried about the healing process. But his doctor seems positive so I'm hopeful! It's Richie after all ♥
Yeah, so now you know. Not exactly Candy's life of Cotton, rainbows and unicorns huh...but things are looking up, and we all have bad times. I'm just happy and blessed that I have wonderful friends & family standing at my side through the dark times!!
Live and love like a Beautiful sunset. ♥
13th/7; Sahara remembrance day; Thank you for living on in our minds even after all this time. You make me choose life & helped me find love. The impact you left proves you outlived yourself. ("Out of sight don't mean out of mind to me" ♥ doraya. Thanks for all the tears of support bb.)