Monday, 20 June 2011

I want to travel

I am currently sat in my living room 23:55 on a Sunday evening. I should probably be in bed but I can't help thinking about my first day at work tomorrow and my exam re-sits I have to revise for over this summer.
But most of all I keep thinking about travelling. I love travelling. And people. Put both of them together and I will Implode, I kid, I kid. I'm just huge on travelling, I think that this world is so big and v  a  s  t and just amazing that I have to see it. Even if it is just a slice.
Just a town in France, 
or a city in Northern America,
or some golden beach on the coast of Sidney, Australia.


I want to go everywhere. I hate going on holiday and just laying on the beach all day. It just gets kinda boring after a while for me. I mean, I didn't travel all this way to just lay here. Go and see the sights. But don't be a tourist, interact with the locals, pretend you live there, get to know people, though that can be hard if your speaking two different languages! - I remember going to Bulgaria in the summer of 2009 and we were sooo happy to bump into some English speaking people!

One of my uni friends is currently in America taking part in 'Camp America' (any of you guys heard of it?) and oh my gosh I am so jealous right now! His whole summer consists of working in a camp close to New York City and then the rest he's gonna take a road trip round the place. I want to do something like that. I don't want to stay in some hotel resort in a little bubble. I want a proper adventure / exploring holiday. I want to take my map, put on my walking shoes and hit the towns, the roads, the restaurants, get to know the city for myself.

Oh I cant wait to just travel. And even If I get bored it wouldn't matter because I would be in a different city, a different country, a different continent.

I kinda feel sorry for my future boyfriend/husband. I'm that annoying friend that will drag you to all the museums,  the art galleries, the best places to eat, the best beaches. 
Oh yes, that is me. And I love it.

Dubai


Mexico

Barcelona


Rome

Greece

Monday, 6 June 2011

'Expectation is the root of all heartache'

 - William Shakespeare


I think this is the truest thing I have heard in a long time. Our expectations and our realities never really do match up. Not always. Not completely. Well mine don't anyway.

When you seem to expect something, you tend to get disappointed by the outcome. Take an exam for example, you may expect to get an A but once you get your results you see that you've actually gotten a C. What happened? Are you just going through life just distorting reality?  And maybe you would have even been able to cope with the C grade if you hadn't been expecting to see an A grade on your results sheet. It hurts the most when you apply this theory to people. You expect them to be there for you. Or you expect them to just accompany you through life. Through it's ups and downs etc etc. But then the reality can be so different.
Expectations are daydreams to an extent. Do you ever sit in class or on the bus or wherever and just let your mind wander for a while? Maybe you're picturing yourself going up to that guy or girl you are a little bit in love with and finally asking them out. And in your head you expect them to vocalise that they have the same feelings for you too. But in reality you end up looking like an idiot in front of them or they laugh in your face (Yesss, people can be mean). How did you manage to distort things this time?

So then what do you do in life when you realise that expectation really is the root of heartache? Do you stop expecting to see the kindness in people? Do you stop expecting that you could really achieve your dreams? Do you stop expecting things?

'Hope for the best, expect the worst. Life is a play, we're unrehearsed.' - Mel Brooks
Maybe you just learn to realise that your expectations are just that. Expectation. They have no link whatsoever to reality. Just because you expect to get an A grade does not mean this will happen. Just because you expect your crush to like you back does not mean this will happen. You just have to learn to remain optimistic but realise that what is going on in your head and what will happen in reality can be two very different things indeed.  
So maybe it is best to just expect that C but hope your damned hardest for that A.


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Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Life is the greatest teacher

I was going to wait until after my exams before posting this but I just gotta get it out now. 

I'm in my second year of Uniiii-verrrr-sityyyy!!! I'll be finished in two weeks and before I know it I'll be starting third and final year. How friggin' scary?? All you people going through uni will know what I'm on about! But that's not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about what I've learnt. Second year has been very different to First year. First year was fun. Fun fun fun, as Rebecca Black would say. If I had to sum it up in three words:
- Freshers
-Parties
- Only 40%


And then second year comes along. Different. It has been different. I didn't realise it at the time but my gosh I have learnt a thing or two about life. Life, you know?
- People change. Some for the better. Some, unfortunately, for the worst.
- Friendships can be transient.
- People really are not what they first seem. Even your 'friends'.
-Despite that, you will find good friends in the places you never thought you would.
- People are not as strong as they make out to be.
- Do not, I repeat DO NOT, rush into things if it doesn't feel right.
- Say what you think and stand your ground (I'm still working on this one!)
- Everything happens according to God's plan, not yours.


I'm a pretty laid back person and I tend to see the good in people. Even when everyone else sees the 'real' them, I'm the one to stand there and say 'ahh, come on guys, you're being too harsh.' They weren't. They were right. But life is a great teacher. Never again will I trust someone so easily. Never again will I allow myself to be 'used', 'walked on', whatever. Even if it is to avoid drama. You have to know yourself and if a friendship just seems 'tiring' then it really isn't a friendship (in the truest sense of the word) after all.


Saying that, treat everyone with respect. You really can find friends in the places you thought you wouldn't. You may think you're all set with your friends but what about that girl, or that guy you say 'hi' to everyday but don't really know. 


Everybody struggles in life. I struggle. You struggle. The guy on TV struggles. I guess what we don't realise is that we could be standing next to someone, or even be friends with someone who may be completely broken on the inside. But we just wouldn't know. And vice-versa. Although sad, I think it's amazing. It shows that we have history, a past, that we are real, not just living and passing through life. Don't you hate it when you're getting to know someone new and you realise that all they have to them is what they show to the world. That there is nothing else there, that they are a bit one dimensional? I can't stand that. It may be that you just don't connect but you can always tell when meeting someone that they have something special about them, they have character.


Say what you think and stand your ground. If you're like me this will be hard. My thoughts seem to get stuck halfway through my brain and my mouth. I get flustered, I don't know what it is I'm exactly trying to say. Conversations happen so fast, everybody's in a hurry. In a rush. People don't have time to listen if you're not quick enough. But that isn't an excuse really. I need to learn to get my words out.


And finally, you could plan to be the next big thing while God plans for you to work the average 9-5. Who do you think is choosing, really? God has his plans, we just gotta follow them. And they happen, whether we like them or not I guess.


I feel like I'm growing up, finally. Growing up is hard but man, life is the best teacher. Someone could tell you all you need to know about life and love and everything in between but until you experience it, you wont fully understand. 


'Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards'  Albert Einstein




Friday, 20 May 2011

Feet up Friday

Go and make a cup of tea, put your feet up and just listen to this song:



"And our minds were meant to sail
Take a rest from our thoughts
Take a break from this world
And we'll feel miles away
From the places that we used to be."

Doesn't it make you just wanna live on the beach? Live on the beach with your guy called Maverick and possibly a pet dog called Freeda.  And it wouldn't matter if you didn't have load of money or that you didn't live in the best house because life isn't all about that. And because there is so much more out there.  You would spend your mornings watching the sun rise. Your afternoons, you'd spend learning to surf and thinking that if you got really good, you could open up your own surfing school right there on the beach in the future. And your evenings would be spent laying on the sand, staring at the sky, watching the sun go down and the stars slowly appear in the night sky. And maybe tomorrow you'll do something different or maybe you wont. And maybe you'll go travel somewhere for the day, week or month, or maybe you wont. And maybe you'll plan to have kids in the future, or maybe you wont. And maybe you'll go for a road trip to the next city and make friends with the other beach goers, or maybe you wont. It would be up to you and Maverick. You could decide, without the constraints of society.


Sunday, 15 May 2011

'What did you learn today? I learnt nothing...'

Well actually, I did learn four very important things today as I was reading away at my textbooks:

1. Stand up and stretch once in a while. Like proper stretch till all you bones click and you can literaly touch the ceiling.
2. Sunday = Crap Food Day as all your food has run out and you cba to walk to Tesco before it shuts at 4pm. So beans on toast for you.
3. Becoming a social recluse in the name of revision is the worst thing ever.
4. But then your love for Skype is re-ignited and you realise its the best thing since sliced bread.

Cool story bro... tell it again...



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