What Feelings Sound Like

Lions and Dragons lyrics (Zach Williams)

2011-03-17T20:56:00.001+01:00

It seems to me that Zach Williams' lyrics are as elusive as Thestrals. I couldn't find them anywhere, so I went about things the good old fashioned way and paused the song every few lines to type them out. Brings back a particularly prominent memory of pausing the stereo to write the lyrics to Christina Aguilera's The Voice Within on paper in order to learn them. I still remember them actually.
Anyway, I figured someone else would want the lyrics at some point:

I am a dragon deep in the mountain

Leaves, wind and rainfall wherever I’m lying

Sleeping, I’ll come out for you dear

And only for you

I am a dragon breathing with fire

Screaming, the days gone when we were still lovers

I was an old song, I was a box

For your blues

And I, I lost you again

And I lost my mind

And I told folks that they

Shouldn’t call for a while

I am a lion deep in the forest

Hiding from all of your promises spoiled

Sleeping, I say that I’ll come out

But only for truth

I am a lion burned by a dragon

Mad at the world and the things that it’s hiding

We were the old souls, dirt, grass

And water turned blue

And I, I lost you again

And I lost my mind

And I told folks that they

Shouldn’t call for a while

Yeah, yeah

I lost you again

And I lost my mind

And I told folks that they

Shouldn’t call for a while

You should write me one evening

And point out all the problems that happened

But I’ll still wait and dream

That you are the lion and I am the dragon

You should write me one evening

And point out all the problems that happened

But I’ll still wait and dream

That you are the lion and I am the dragon

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I lost you again

And I lost my mind

And I told folks that they

Shouldn’t call for a while

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I lost you again

And I lost my mind

And I told folks that they

Shouldn’t call for a while

//end

The Hurdy Gurdy on RTK

2010-10-26T14:22:00.002+02:00

Betty blogs for achieee:

The Hurdy Gurdy on RTK

The story begins on a decent laptop in Beirut when Bettina was being bullied with a smell of cheese.

Sick of gossip if I here about another break up or get together i will scream. If you want something original to say don’t talk about love stories and break ups yaaaaaaaaaaaq. Why is Kurt frustrated? Why’s he palpitating?

Way too much coffe. What’s with coffee innit? Alef ted yod kaf yamid res sin. Hebrewwwwww we luv it! So Rachel sits reading her Hebrew whilst we devour an elevenses cookie. Some letters are more amusing than others did you know? I need good eyes. I wonder what this will look like at the end of these frees.

This is gna be my frees blog... woop woop! To be a journalist you msut write everyrday...and read the news all the time. Coz good news is no news and no news is good news.

No no no not tukb]r waaaaaaaaaaaaa

,mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm how naajjjjjssss

No never ma tarax

Never mehn never

Vocal shiwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa let’s see how many wordsi can write till achie needs to go for a lesson

Come on ptx she cant even say shimiwel tut tut tut

Defo mehn. Mm vocaaaal..i had a vocal lesson today.. i jsut watched gleeee canclled my history lesson. Budaful. Too cool to read the end of the sentence.

Fulvus Ravus

2010-05-21T00:56:00.004+02:00

Ahhh. I can't say today was stressful because I felt calm, but I can't say it was calm because I felt stressed. Agitation and complete lethargy are hard to reconcile into content productivity.

I started out by having two of the most kick-ass dreams ever, can't exactly remember what they were about except that in one of them I bought my Oma a coat she loved for €2*. The coat was really unusual, pretty and blue and I couldn't believe it was so cheap. I suppose there's a moral to that, I'm just too tired to look for it. It wasn't even the point of the dream. Anyway, I woke up to grey skies which is always killer fun, in my "new" room with the cat using me as a pillow. Whiskers has been quite affectionate and dare I say it, feminine recently which is bizarre since he's usually out killing things, eating at twelve houses a day and being the alpha-pet.

I love my new room arrangement. Arranging things gives me so much energy, inspiration and motivation. That and creating things like my Bible-cover have to be the two things that leave me more animated and merry than I started out. I wish there was a way I could do that forever and be content.

Then the rain came and I whipped out my SS hoodie and a scarf 'cause I could! Ah, I love this weather. It's been like this before each of my A's which I take to be a good sign since I'm most productive in the greyness.

Yesterday I made a list of the eight sections of physics that I have to study: Mechanics, Waves, Capacitors, Electricity/Electromagnetism, Thermodynamics, Nuclear Physics, Quantum Mechanics.

The first three are done in first year and the latter four are done in second year. I managed to knock down Capacitors and Quantum Mechanics by two this afternoon and became exasperated and distracted until about eight. As I went back to studying, I was convinced I had summaries (the way I study most efficiently) of the section I was doing and did my best to find it although I didn't exactly succeed. In the past hour I've unearthed summaries of the entire Thermodynamics section as well as Mechanics and Waves, which leaves me with only Electricity and Nuclear Physics. It isn't exactly an "only" since thats three quarters of second year, however it's a colossal step forward.

This is momentous. I'm more advanced in my syllabus-coverage wrt time left (think of it as a graph) than I have been for any subject so far.

I just realised my food-intake peaked at breakfast. Whoops.

I think I'm going to go to bed, and sleep in comfort and peace in my ultra-cool arrangement. :D

*I found out how to use the € sign on my keyboard! :D
PS I have no idea why the font size is different, I've tried changing it and the html looks the same for all of it.

What's Your Unit?

2010-05-16T15:05:00.002+02:00

This isn't an original post - I didn't write it. The concept has been on my mind quite a bit recently.

"There’s a question commonly asked within the gambling community from one player to another: “what’s your unit?” Your unit is defined by the amount of money you think in multiples of; if you perceive a thousand dollars as ten sets of 100 dollars, that makes your unit 100 dollars. In college, a twenty dollar bill is at least four sets of five dollar bills, and maybe even 20 sets of one dollar bills, if you remember that one dollar can buy you four packages of Nutty Bars.

The higher your unit goes up, the harder you are to please. If you were to sit at the blackjack table with $1,000 and win $10, chances are you’ll ignore it unless it happens 50 more times in pretty good succession, when maybe you’ll think about getting up and calling yourself a winner. This is the reason gamblers bet according to their unit. Professional blackjack books say the proper betting amount is determined by the starting bank divided by 30, which in the case of $1,000 would be $33.33 a bet.

Oh, one question left to answer. What is your unit? If you remember how many dinners and movies and tanks of gas and iPhone apps $1000 can but you, your unit is probably going to be $25, as in “I have 40 chances to win.” If you were to plop down at the table after a night of losing $50,000 and taking your last $1,000 out of the ATM, your unit isn’t going to be the same. It’s not going to be $25. It’s probably not even $100 or even $1000 for that matter. The unit is probably far too big to achieve any success worth appreciating given the relatively small amount of each bet.

I think the same question is true in the case of happiness*: what’s your unit? If you take a look at everything around you, can you see how much there is to be happy about? And if you’re coming up short, could it be because you’re thinking in units that are too big for your bank? Seeing the things that matter to you as smaller and more abundant is a difficult task once you’ve visualized them as indefinably large and hard to count, but in the end, you’ll get more bang for your buck."

What's Your Unit?

*and just about everything else

CHJJKWNDNGTMOTSTCTCTSC

2010-05-03T22:02:00.000+02:00

Hey guys!

I was on purevolume today and thought I'd share some of the bands and artists I've found interesting recently, so here you are:

Carter Hulsey
Joel and Janna
Kelsey Wild
Nick Driver
Nick Goldston
The Morning Of
The Snake The Cross The Crown
The Spill Canvas

I'm also quite addicted to How I Met Your Mother, to the extent that I'm dreaming in HIMYM episodes.

Anyway, back to Steinbeck.

Spiced Tea.

2010-04-09T18:40:00.000+02:00

Good afternoon!
As you know buses are usually decorated in some way or another. On the inside, they are (typically) adorned with the names of the driver's children and/or spouse, a couple of photographs of Jesus and Mary (perhaps even a saint or two), a large handful of memorial cards, and often, more than a few posters of the driver's football team of choice. In my experience, bus drivers have a tendency to be Manchester United fans.

You see, the bus I managed to catch twice today had a rather large poster with "Glory Glory Manchester United" on it, another of Rooney, and a framed picture of Jesus.

I'm vaguely aware than Man Utd lost a game last weekend (was it even last weekend?) and thought for a minute that the bus driver must be a wee bit embarrassed that he's expressing his fandom for a team that so recently lost. That thought was taken hostage by memories of staunch Man U fans who, even after a pathetic failure of a game, remain loyal and though they're less loud about the match they lost, they bring up their history and what not.

So, I figured that even though his team are going through a rough patch, my bus driver was still proud of his allegiance to the team. He had declared it and he is not ashamed, now or ever.

Don't you think that's how we should be? Is our faith something to be embarrassed about just because our generation thinks it is? I'm sure the Chelsea fans rubbed the loss in the faces of Manchester United fans. Should we back down? Should we be ashamed? We've proclaimed it, it is no secret, so why do we shy away from it when "face-rubbing" situations present themselves?

My point is, our openness shouldn't depend on whether our "team" is winning or losing. Let's take a pinch of the passion football fans have.

Speaking of feet...

2010-04-08T00:17:00.002+02:00

This Edit and a Hike

2010-04-05T02:01:00.010+02:00

I recently read a blog with great, albeit rare, content with a layout I fell in love with. Little did I know that in pursuit of said layout, I would spend over an hour editing HTML (thank God for screenshots), feeds, positioning and settings. And use a ruler for editing a photo because I'm too knackered to work out ratios consistently. Yes, a metal ruler for measuring "soft" parameters whose normal measurements are made in pixels. I'm unsure whether that's resourceful or plain stupid...

My parents, Alison, Tommy and I went for a 2 and a half hour walk today. It wasn't your typical walk-on-the-pavement-at-the-side-of-the-road type walk. It was more like a walk-down-narrow-paths-along-cliffs-and-climb-down-clay-and-rock-slopes-only-to-climb-up-more-slopes-at-an-even-greater-angle-to-the-horizontal type of walk. I have to say it was utterly beautiful to be by the sea on such a pleasant day but it was extremely taxing on our muscles. It was a full body work out. Some hills were so steep we were on all fours grabbing onto plants on the edges so as not to tumble down, and the amount of times stones gave way beneath us during our descent meant our balance was often tested. I have to say, the adrenaline rush was incredible and Tommy loved it. The sea was a surprising shade of blue in some places and perfectly clear. I saw a bay I hadn't seen before as we climbed up a valley I didn't know existed because they're conveniently hidden between two more prominent bays and valleys. It was exhilarating to run up or jump down where it was safe enough to (and even where it wasn't). There's something about these adventures that gives a sense of accomplishment. Like you've passed one of life's tests.

Although I started off in a less than perfect mood, after about twenty minutes I was flying high. I don't know why, but it's hard to feel upset or affronted when you're exposed to such natural delights.

The hike was difficult and occasionally painful, risky and often dangerous but it was also captivating, peaceful, ravishing and illuminating whilst being vague in direction and with an unclear outcome. Sound like anything?

Found this website today, I love it. Read the first post (#512) it's really really really worth reading.

Who's Pulling Your Strings?

2010-03-16T23:22:00.004+01:00

I'm impressed. Impressed by the love I've seen, by the barriers crossed, by the stereotypes cast aside, by the general feeling of togetherness and mostly by God's grace.

It's just such a beautiful time to be alive. I do realise this is an incredibly soppy post, but I really do mean it. I'm so awed these few words have taken ten minutes to form!

Look in the mir'r, drink some wader and wear a tuque aye!

In dire need of a chicken

2010-03-11T18:09:00.002+01:00

People. I forgot to eat today. Which wouldn't be particularly terrible, except that I don't often eat breakfast since I find it nauseating. So for the fifty minutes I was on the bus, while I was listening to beautiful ground-breaking music, the people around me were subjected to the rumbles and grumbles of my internal organs.

I noticed something on my walk home. There's a particular section of my walk that makes me feel really short. I'd imagine that it has something to do with oversized plants, long roads, and that old awareness of being tiny. I know that I've grown considerably, but you have to understand that for the majority of my life so far I've been sitting in the front row of school photos. One year I managed to escape to the second row and I felt euphoric, despite being very outgrown on all sides and returning to the front the next year. But I digress, feeling small is natural to me.

Today was different. Today there were a couple of people walking in the opposite direction, and I suddenly felt tall. Ok, so they weren't exactly what you'd call average height, but my point remains.

With nothing to compare to, you could be the most miniscule person on the planet yet be right in saying you're tall. You could have an amazing singing voice yet be right in saying you're the worst. It works in every way you can think of: height, skill, intelligence. Now, I don't think it's worth comparing yourself to everything. For the sake of your sanity as well as its futility. There's a distinction to be made between what's worth comparing or living up to and what's not. For example, I could compare myself to Bettina and have a nervous breakdown because in no way could I ever be as practiced in piano or ballet.

I could compare myself to Elaine and lose hope because I'm not as well educated in the finer points of Literature and Philosophy.

I could compare myself to Andrea and sigh because she's more focused than I.

I could compare myself to Clara and want to jump off a bridge because she's fluent in mechanics and I'm... not exactly. :P

But then I know that I'm not entirely incompetent. I know that my knowledge or Regency Classics isn't too bad, that I can speak a language not many of you can, that I have had a unique cross-cultural upbringing. I also know that I don't expect Brooks to start speaking to me in Dutch or to have an in-depth discussion about Northanger Abbey with Mike. It's not that I think less of them, just that it's not a point of comparison.

Which begs the question, what to compare to if to compare at all? (Before I try to answer that, it's worth noting that a positive comparison is what you're after. I highly doubt feeling dejected and deflated is going to make you a better person.) Compare yourself to people you admire, people with a quality you'd like to have. See what they do that makes you admire them or how that quality comes into play daily. Then emulate them. I don't mean follow them around like a sick puppy and repeat their every move, it's not a copy-paste thing. It's more of a transplant, it has to match, and you might have to alter some things to make that match.

Comment with who you compare yourself to, I'm curious!

And people... encourage each other, it does wonders to a community (:

Script Frenzy?

2010-03-03T00:08:00.002+01:00

I don't think I'm doing it, but:

30 days till Script Frenzy!

http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/

..." Robyn said, adverbly.

2010-03-01T20:46:00.002+01:00

You know what's the most demotivating thing about the marathon? Old people. Old people who survived cancer and hip replacements. Old people who survived cancer and hip replacements walking past you.

That is, until you stop and think about it and marvel at the strength of the body. Honestly, I've never felt so young or so unfit yet so amazed at life. So many people were running or walking in honour of people who have died, people less fortunate than them and people only slightly less fortunate than them. So many people were putting their own comfort second and testing their endurance in order to raise awareness and funds for charities they hold dear.

Every hour I decide to stop whining and shut up about all the aches and blisters. And yet every hour I fail. So I make the decision again, and try again. It's hard but it's a small price to pay for the experience earned, and I know that in actual fact my pain is nothing compared to that of others. The people in Haiti and Chile for example, child labourers, 9 year olds fending for the rest of their family because their parents died or are severely ill. It's a real update on my current perspective.

On another note, next year I will actually train and wear shoes designed for people to walk at least 21.1km in.

I watched Whip it! today and while some things were a bit hard to catch on to, the overall effect was that of a film that wasn't painfully obvious; to the extent that I wasn't entirely sure what the outcome of some choices would be. Naturally, it's pretty obvious that she makes the team and has a knack for the sport, but other than that it wasn't all that predictable.

No, I didn't watch it for Ellen Page, I had seen some promo stuff last summer and thought it had potential. When I realised it probably wouldn't come to Maltese cinemas I kind of gave up on it since my DVD place isn't usually well stocked but lo and behold, seven months later it appears in the "new releases" section. [Other new releases include He's Just Not That Into You (Feb09) and Milk (Nov08)]

According to the cover it's Drew Barrymore's directorial debut, but to be honest I don't actually know what exactly a director does and how a director differs from a producer. Brooks, enlighten me!

I'm too tired to say anything remotely sensible, other than that I have a Physics mock this week! Grrr XD

Avec l'age on deviant sage!

2010-02-22T20:31:00.006+01:00

Right, so I already wrote this post then deleted it cause I didn't like it, let's hope it works out better this time.

I'm about to order books from Amazon, John Green and Maureen Johnson. Paper Towns is on pre-order, but it's not worth the shipping costs to get just a single book, so I'll wait until it's in stock.

I cooked today! I do cook occasionally, but today was the first Monday of the Rachel Cooks On Mondays soon-to-be tradition. I enjoyed it. Created something new as per usual, recipes never really grew on me. Unless I want something specific, like a banana-walnut cake, in which case recipes are my friends! :D

Ah sorry, got sidetracked into googling men's haircuts. Since Blaine cut his hair and Nicole is sad about it, I somehow ended up on google looking for "perfection". I don't know. It doesn't seem to be there. [This is where the above picture came in, the hair's quite nice XD]

Spreekwoorden, Sprichtworter, Proverbs, Proverbes! My mum has a book filled with proverbs and their "translations" into German, English and French. It's quite amusing, and whenever I read an entry, my mind's voice puts on an accent. I have to say, this stuff could keep me entertained for a long while.

Facebook is playing up, and to be honest, I've given up on caring!

The one with the music

2010-02-18T19:03:00.005+01:00

Since this has become San Remo week...

I can't for the life of me understand her, but I love it. (thanks to Val for the link)

I just got the whole first album of Nick Jonas & the Administration. My apologies to all those of you who deem it unfit for anyone with even a smattering of taste in music, but I really do like it! Actually, no apologies, I like it and that's that.

Have you guys heard of He is We? Bettina mentioned them today assuming I knew who they were and upon learning that I didn't lent me her iPod for an hour so I could listen to their songs (in Maths). I'm really impressed by them. As of today, Purevolume.com shall forever be one of my most visited sites.

For someone who takes the lyrics of a song into consideration when deciding if I like it or not, I'm surprisingly enamoured by foreign-language songs recently. I guess foreign-language films come next, but I doubt I have the patience for that yet.

As for my lenten no-facebook-before-8pm sacrifice...

I. Am. Dying.

Orly?

2010-02-16T19:45:00.003+01:00

Tea & Pancakes

Facebook & Blogs

Books & Friends

Written Letters & Writing Letters

Gentle Rain & Grey Skies

Weird Surnames & Harry Potter

Sitting on the road in front of the roundabout & Wishing it were a protest

Being accused of having suicidal tendencies & Laughing in the face of it

such was my day.

We Are The World

2010-02-15T22:51:00.000+01:00

This is what I found today:

Speaks for itself really.

Che meraviglia

2010-02-14T11:27:00.002+01:00

Happy Valentine's Day! I refuse to call to day Single Awareness Day because I think it's a sourpuss reaction to a lovely feast day (: And Happy Birthday to Paula!

It's a beautiful feast day methinks, full of love and hope! I think something's wrong with me because I sound like a Hallmark card. How's about a job writing those? Speaking of which, last month Estelle sent me this song. It's in French and I had to ask my mum what it meant until I just gave up and now I listen to it for the sounds.

Quelqu'un m'a dit - Carla Bruni

The version I have is from the 500 Days of Summer soundtrack and it's ever so slightly different, but this way you can see Carla Bruni who I thought was a lot younger.

And then there's this, the lyrics of which I would suggest you put through Google Translate if you can't speak Italian.

Quando I Bambini Fanno Oh - Povia

Basically it's about becoming like children, amazed at day-to-day things that we now take for granted. Things we've forgotten the marvelous nature of.

Yesterday Drea gave me Owen notes to give to Elaine today. I have to admit that I read them xD I'm not a fan of war poetry as such, but it was interesting to read about. Does anyone remember that time that I borrowed that book of poetry from the JC library? I prefer the ancient stuff that had a glossary longer than the poem. By reading them, besides being amazed at the change of language, style and similarity to Dutch, I also came to the conclusion that we don't realise that the people before us had the same hopes, dreams and difficulties as us. I mean, look at what Shakespeare wrote about, love, tragedy, betrayals, confusion, war, disaster, everything we encounter today. And comedy was a hit too, Chaucer's Canterbury Tales are proof of that.

Now, to find a Carnival costume for tonight...

Hmm... life is dependent on art and the portrayal of emotion.

With a cat on my arm, I'm an evil genius.

2010-02-10T11:34:00.003+01:00

Yesterday I watched the most predictable uninspiring least artistic film in a really long time, but I enjoyed it because "what you do in your life is only one half of the equation, who you're with is the other half". And oh, how we laughed! We tried to find the moral of the story, and the closest thing to that is that firstly you need to have one friend, a best friend, and he must be a boy. Along the way he will fall in love with you, and in ten years' time you'll fall in love. Secondly, if you apply for your dream job you'll lose out to your archenemy, only for her to be fired a couple of months later and you take her place. Obviously.

The temporary break from the central CAD storyline is beginning to frustrate me. It's bad enough I'm not reading QC at the moment, pfft.

I honesty had a reason for blogging, and now can't remember it for the life of me.

Ah, by the way, has anyone read this apparently scandalous JM interview? Cause the part that is meant to be causing scandal is the most insightful piece of the interview in my opinion. Sure, he could have gone without saying nigger, but then again it was to prove a point. I don't know. I do stupid things to prove points too. Besides, looking at his twitter feed proves he's not a complete idiot and has some sense of remorse and self-awareness. Right, this will be the end of the Mayer-logue for a while so I don't get a brick thrown at my head for fandom.

What would you define as expertise? Recently I got caught out in a situation. I had been talking a lot about something to some classmates, and one day I was asked a question that really threw me off because despite whatever knowledge I had about the subject, I didn't have the answer this person needed. So I began to think. What subject am I ready to competently answer questions about at the flick of a finger? I went through a list of school-related subjects like Maths and Physics and English and Biology, and although on some days I can answer a question about English or Biology with ease, I'm not consistent.

Then there are things like art and poetry. Yes, it's true that I can discuss them with pleasure but I can't say I'm necessarily good at it. I don't devote enough time to learning techniques used, historical associations, social impact or anything of the sort. I'd love to learn, but that's another story entirely.

Then I thought about God. And though I wish to be better at it, I can't even begin to explain. I don't know where to start. My past and my experiences made my belief possible. No-one has a family like mine, and no-one experienced what I have experienced in the last eighteen years. True, we may have things in common, but my parents' views and how their opinions affected me (positively and negatively) are not the same as someone else's. Similarity goes only so far. I can't explain why I feel the way I do about certain things if your thought process is alien to mine. I can't let you feel the freedom I felt when I snowboarded down the mountain the first time and in the same way I can't possibly give any explanation that will do justice to what God has done in my life. But then again that may be the point. Went off topic, mi scusi.

The point is, I'm probably only competent at talking about John Mayer and Nerdfighters if you rang me up at 2am and interrogated me.

Comment with what you think you're competent at, I'm curious! Also, hi to Kelly cause giving her tic-tacs that day brought to light that she reads this (:

The Search For El Dorado

2010-02-04T22:04:00.002+01:00

Since the 15th of January, my wardrobe has come to consist primarily of stripes, blue and red. I think it's some kind of subconscious patriotism... Oma would be proud!

I like picnics!

A word of warning, it's time for another "day in the life of" facebook photo album so my camera will be joining me for lectures and frees tomorrow! Took me a while, but today I remembered how much I enjoy pretty pictures and taking them even if it takes some time to get what I want. Thank you Jamie's fancy camera!

Ahh... Pompeii!

Also since the 15th of January, incessant smile-a-thon. Especially apparent when I walk into maths everyday and smile and laugh and joke and smile some more. I have NO idea why, but it's amusing although I'm getting fed up of whatever my normal laugh has started to morph into. I sound like a pig about to be slaughtered.

Speaking of pigs, Beppe has had some issues with them and their flus. So I stuck my nose up, and my nose being the way it is, I spent some time discreetly getting it back to normal. Pigs remind me of lisps. Lisps remind me of... students on buses. "Eksersisses for HHHHome-work" (work pronounced like fork) and the "HHHHe-mail" that is to be sent to some lecturer.

Training has been good so far, and the projected lactic acid build up didn't happen so we're going to turn our training up a notch. The half-marathon is in three weeks! Three weeks for us - me especially - to become capable of 21.7 km in less than four hours. This, my friends, is a challenge! (Since when do I speak like that?) Anyway, hopefully we'll make it. In fact I'm pretty sure we will even if we didn't train, but to be honest I enjoy training! It's stress-relieving and makes me feel good. A quick google search and my suspicions are correct - endorphins. I (lessthanthree) endorphins!

I know what to do with my hair! It's been some time since I last brutalised it, so you must have been expecting something. :P

Finally, dear bloggers,

Please blog more often. I enjoy reading what you people have to say even if I don't necessarily agree or comment regularly. Blogs were much more active this time last year, the summer slow-down seems to have dragged on.

That, or I'm the only one who doesn't have a life :')

This is home, I'm finally where I belong

2010-02-02T22:27:00.003+01:00

good evening (:

I was looking through all my old certificates today and figured that I should have continued with all the extra-curriculars when I could have. I was one grade away from a gymnastics certificate! And quite close to having internationally recognised certificates in Ballet, Modern Jazz and Musical Theatre... Procrastination will be the death of me. I'm now to wildly unfit to pick them up again without having to entirely rebuild my stamina and technique.

Speaking of being unfit, tomorrow Elaine, Marie Claire and I start training for the half-marathon. I'm ready to die of exhaustion and lactic acid build up.

I've started to re-read Northanger Abbey. I can't remember the story that well and I'm in quite an Austen mood so it suits me better than Mansfield Park or Pride and Prejudice. Speaking of Austen, I think I'll try find Persuasion tomorrow. I'd like to able to say I've read - and enjoyed - all her books!

I just remembered a Wednesday last year, when Val and I spent an afternoon sitting on her sofa and writing... That was one of the most productive yet stress-relieving afternoons I have spent so far.

I keep thinking tomorrow is Thursday.

Because of a form I'm in the process of filling in, I've been thinking about The Future a lot recently. I have to write my plans for the future in the form and while I'm at it, I'd like it to be:

a) what my plans really are

b) realistic

c) final

Unfortunately, c) is largely out of the question, and a) and b) are irreconcilable. I wish Malta was like America or England or any large country in this case. To be able to apply at many Universities, each with the most amazing and perfectly suited courses for you, then be accepted at one (or more) and get the opportunity to be independent(ish). Live somewhere new. Make more friends.

Life here is not all bad, I'm just craving new opportunities...

books books books! (oh, and I'm 18 now)

2010-02-01T18:37:00.002+01:00

The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own blog/fb note so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them :D

1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of The Rings - J.R.R. Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter Series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible

7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

27/100 I think that's quite a fair amount. I've read a couple of the abridged versions of some that I didn't make bold, so I guess that counts for something too...

Then there's the film versions, and wikipedia entries... Oh, and books I started but was too young to get into, like Anna Karenina by Tolstoy. Goodness, I'm such a nerd.

On the seventeenth day...

2010-01-31T22:02:00.001+01:00

There is hardly a thing that could make me happier than I currently am (:

James John Michael (Taylor)

2010-01-29T17:09:00.003+01:00

Remember when my blogs were about something other than what I've been doing? Pfft I'm disappointed with myself! ha! I've spent so much time these past two years reading about interesting things, learning about all sorts of things from mental_floss like the history of circus freaks (yesterday), that by now I should have something really insightful to say! But alas, I have not. My writing has also become limited to school essays, which does not give as much satisfaction as proper writing. I miss it, although I tried a couple of haikus last week and that was amusing, if highly amateur.

Oh, by the by, thanks to that interesting article about circus freaks in america between 1880 and 1920, I have finally discovered what is wrong with my nose, but I can't do anything about it except fail to qualify as a human blockhead, which I guess isn't too bad a place to be.

I started listening to the Veronicas this week. I'm impressed. At first, all their songs sound similar and excessively loud and shouty [yay for inventing words! Shakespeare did it ;) ] and then I listened to them properly and realised that some of their songs are insanely shallow and pointless, but some are insightful and lyrically beautiful. I've also had a bit of a Michael Buble week this week. His voice is amazing and technically better than John Mayer's, but they're both great at what they do so I can't really say who is better overall since their styles are so different. Oh, James Morrison... unique squared!

You guys would probably know that I'm more of a walk and talk / chill and chat person, but because my friends think they're cool we're shaking things up a bit and going to pv tomorrow for my birthday weekend. For some highly odd reason, I'm looking forward to it! I think that satisfies my random thing quota for tomorrow...

Wednesday:

forgot O:)

Thursday:

Busy Bee in the morning for Banoffee Pie and tea with Sara, Karla and Simon.

Friday:

Ice cream in the rain and Sliema in the afternoon, Val is coming over soon to watch a film (:

The ice cream makes up for wednesday methinks!

Right, I'm off to find more interesting topics to write about next time.

P.S. Why does the rain in Malta stink?

Candles glowing orange...

2010-01-26T17:15:00.003+01:00

Good morning, good morning!

It's been in my head all day, my apologies XD

I didn't do anything particularly exciting yesterday except for finishing off a letter to the boy that Kristie and I sponsor in Kenya. But that was enjoyable anyway, we might get something back in a couple of months! :D

Today... wow, today. During my first free I was being subjected to the usual teasing about liking Juno, which has been on an odd increase this week, so when I decided to buy a chocolate and found orange tictacs directly in my line of vision, I bought them. I ended up giving anyone I knew that I passed in the corridors a couple on my way to class, and by the time I came out of my lesson a plan had been formed (muahaha!). Ok so that's not exactly how it happened, but it sounds more dramatic that way! XD I actually went outside and spoke to Bet (the originator of this 18th countdown) and told her how I didn't know what random fun thing to do today and at some point during that conversation I decided to buy another 17 packs of tictacs and give them to people around JC... I have no idea what made me do it, or why I followed through with it, seeing as I'm really not the type of person that goes up to random people and talks them. In fact they impress me with their confidence.

Anyway, most people thought

a) I was a raving lunatic

b) It was a joke

c) There was a catch (or more accurately a "haxja")

But it actually made my day! It was amusing to see everyone's reactions, and half the while I was thinking how expensive it must have been for Juno to buy all those tictacs for Paulie Bleeker... Cause eighteen packets of tictacs weren't the cheapest thing I bought this week, let's put it that way!

Besides visiting London, this was definitely my favourite thing this countdown has resulted in! Although technically London doesn't count because it was an utterly coincidental combination of events...

Good evening (:

Tonight the stars shine bright

2010-01-24T23:37:00.002+01:00

Love to Laugh => Need to Blog

I don't really have much to say, I just need to blog cause of Betty's countdown... Not that I'm not enjoying finding something good that happened each day! Today was spent doing a multitude of things, including super-late-night messaging because of dual insomnia and lots and lots of laughter (:

The funniest/best thing to happen today cannot be replicated on a blog or any other public domain, just know that the countdown rules have not been violated! Just to tease a little bit.. It's the type of thing that makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time and just leaves you a bit confused XD

I feel like going to first year systems and listening to Gingell Littlejohn's lectures and slide shows again (: And no, I was not bothered by the fact that she made us come in during the easter holidays because the content was brilliant (:

goodnight!

On the ninth day of birthday

2010-01-23T16:29:00.002+01:00

Hello sheep (:

Yesterday: I remembered what it's like to be teased about the sky and I watched about a dozen trailers cause I can (and because they keep coming into my gmail inbox) . Also Yanica, Beverly and I created PANNA, which will be contesting the next JC elections (lol). PANNA stands for: Politici Angli Nodfa Normalment Attivi. I'd say it's worth voting for anything with a name like that! We also promise everything under the sun, and will deliver it all in the same JC fashion that implies you won't be getting anything after all. We're sorted (:

Today: Dr.Juice and a lovely walk on the front listening to my iPod. The guy at Dr. Juice had an australian accent so I started thinking about Blue Water High and Living Life With Derek, although Michael Seater is Canadian and it was set in Quebec. I used to watch them back to back so they're inextricably linked in my mind. I also started putting the CDs I bought in London onto my laptop and I'm currently enjoying watching Michael Buble live on DVD.

I'm considering doing something crazy with my hair. I think it's fine right now but I don't think it really suits me. Thinking of curls perhaps, I quite liked them this Christmas (:

On the seventh day of birthday...

2010-01-21T16:50:00.004+01:00

...and I've landed (:

First day:

15th January 2010

Friday. Went to London, had a 2 hour delay and ended up at my aunt's house at almost 3am. Met my cousin's girlfriend who might as well be future-me. I don't know if I mentioned it before but I went with my mum and younger cousin and we were staying at my aunt's house in North London where my 33 year old (Stephen) and 26 year old (Michael) cousins live along with Michael's girlfriend Raffaella. "Quuuh (like duh but with a q) fox quuuh" started that night.

Second day:

16th January 2010

Saturday. Went to the wrong museum *head-desk* cause they're in the same building (almost) and wasted an hour trying to figure out why we couldn't meet the people we were meant to meet. These people were one of my best friends who moved to England a couple of years ago and her mum and youngest sister. Seeing as she's entirely disinterested in science, we ended up ice-skating after two hours, which culminated in me calling her a wuss XD Jokingly of course, but she was too scared to leave the perimeter and I spent twenty minutes at least trying to convince her to give it a try. The rest of the hour was spent being amused and trying to ice-skate in sync with my 14 year old cousin (funny stories about our antics later :P). Then it was time for our friends to leave since they had trains to catch and places to be. So my cousin, mum and I walked to Harrods and had a look around there. The pet department makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. For all the pampering those dogs get with luxury beds that I wish I could supersize and sleep on, they're very abused in terms of clothes and costumes. Not at Harrods itself, but by the stuff that's sold there.

Third day:

17th January 2010

Sunday. Saw Michael at breakfast (he has ME so he barely gets out of his room). Kim and I were a bit shy at first seeing as we last saw him at my confirmation which was about seven years ago, so I was about 11 and Kim was only 8 or 9. But yeah, that turned out to be fun. He's still the biggest nerd I know, excluding Raffaella xD

We then went to the Zoo where Kim practically ran to the monkey enclosure. It turns out they're her favourite animals and she wants to have a small white one as a pet and name it Milkshake. Gorillas are really so human-like it's almost scary. There was this particular one that was such a poser it made me laugh xD Also, spider-monkeys are really quite ugly.

After the zoo we walked into Camden Town and spent an hour in H&M (everything was on sale, it was brilliant!) and eventually got to the market, which was closing by then -.-' I bought a really cheap dress in the twenty minutes we were there though (:

Can't remember what we did that night, slept probably xD.

Fourth day:

18th January 2010

Monday. Spent two hours on the phone with HP whose call centre is probably in India. After half an hour of being sent to department after department we were told that yes, a replacement is necessary. We knew that. Then the next hour and a half was spent trying to speak to someone who would be able to arrange that. Meanwhile Kim and I visited Michael in his room and had a very philosophical chat and came up with "The Muffin. Eat it!" The meaning has been kept a secret muahaha. We finally left and went on a tour of London, starting at Victoria station visiting Westminster Cathedral; Buckingham Palace -the flag was up so the Queen was in!; St. James Park - where we fed pigeons, squirrels and weird looking ducks from our hands, as in they were sitting in our hands; Churchill's War Rooms; Westminster Abbey; Big Ben; the London Eye; the Changing of the Guards - my mum would not stop laughing; Trafalgar Square - where we sat on Aslan; Leicester Square - I recognised the ODEON from premieres, but I had no idea how many cinemas and theatres there are in the square! Brooks, it would be your dream location methinks; China town; Starbucks (!); Piccadilly Circus; Piccadilly Street - Fortnum and Mason! They had a sale too, so they became slightly more affordable xD; Regent Street; Oxford Street then home.

I found the perfect shoes, boots actually, at River Island in Oxford Street but they only had a right shoe in my size. Later on in the same street there's another smaller River Island but they didn't have my size at all! Left me a bit defeated. I sound like a shopaholic, but they were really cool and I had wanted a pair of them since December. I still sound like a shopaholic XD

Fifth Day

19th January 2010

Tuesday. Went to Brent Cross which is a huge department store and TK Maxx. Got some really really cheap stuff, then got Starbucks tea with Caramel and Vanilla to go and it felt really odd walking around with a drink in shops without getting told off and being made to stand outside. Especially in HMV. My aunt dropped us off on Muswell Hill Broadway and we browsed charity shops for another hour or so. Felt good to be getting CDs and books from there. In one of them the man behind the counter looked like Buffalo Bill (http://texasjack.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/buffalobill.jpg ) and Father Christmas put together which amused me no end. My mum wanted to show me the house I almost grew up in (my parents left England when my mum was 7 months pregnant) but it was cold, dark and a shortish walk in the opposite direction, so she decided against it. Besides, I've seen it already. We then walked back to my aunt's house and had dinner. Yummy pies :D After dinner Raffaella and my aunt took us on a tour of London by night and stopped at this milkshake place where Raff treated us all to these divine milkshakes. The place was really quite cool (:

Sixth Day

20th January 2010

Wednesday. Woke up and had the usual bagels with cream cheese and salmon, followed by crumpets with butter and jam :D We went for a walk in the woods and by the time we got back quite a while later, our feet were all muddy so we gave our shoes a quick wash before heading in for some tea and leaving for the airport at 12.30. Kim has never seen snow, and obviously in the five days we were there it didn't snow in London. But the day we left it was meant to snow in London in the afternoon/evening. Typical isn't it?

Seventh Day (adventist :P)

21st January 2010

Today. Spent over four hours on a practical using an oscilloscope and really vague instructions. Steve blew a resistor in the circuit and so we had to get that replaced, and ended up taking photos with the rubbish camera on my phone of stuff we were meant to sketch in our report since two hours was obviously not long enough to finish a six-part experiment. Two hours in the library deciphering scribbled notes and phone photos later and we still didn't finish the report -.-'

But the fun part of today was reliving London, seeing Elaine for the first time in about two weeks :P and singing along to two of my favourite songs that were on the radio on the way to school. One of which apparently came on air while I was away so that was a pleasant surprise.

And now, to finish that report haha XD

Number of flights since turning 17: 8

Number of Starbucks: 3

Days left till turning 18: 12

On the first day of birthday (8)

2010-01-15T15:53:00.002+01:00

Hello (:

Betty gave me a brilliant idea two weeks ago, which was to celebrate something little everyday from eighteen days before my birthday culminating in a sleepover and us going to school together (we start at ten on mondays muahaha). The daily events could be something little like making a smoothie or saying hi to someone I don't actually know to making a patchwork quilt to something larger like perhaps getting on a flight to London :P

So, in eighteen days I turn eighteen and in six hours my flight will be taxi-ing off the runway (: I plan to blog about this everyday, but for the next five days it might be a bit hard since I don't know how often I'll be sitting behind a computer/laptop/internet connected thing.

I'm looking forward to the last days of being seventeen xD

Nail colour: Dark purple

Flights since 17: 6

The fairies have lit their fires

2010-01-01T11:03:00.002+01:00

Anyone who knows me will know I hate "cliches". It's not the right word for it, but I'll use it for lack of a better one. Anyway, I'm currently against Happy 2010! Happy New Year! 2009 was a blast, I hope 2010 will be even better! etc etc.

However, I haven't blogged in a while and I figured this might be a good enough time to begin.

I think the last two months really changed things. Different focus, different experiences, different attitudes, different people. Actually, they're still the same people I spent the rest of 2009 with, I'm just getting to know a few of them better so they're around a bit more.

This brings me to my resolution. Last year I made one and Betty kept me accountable to it. I think it's been accomplished. This year, I've made another. It's not too different. In fact the phrase only differs in the placing of one word. More.

2009: Get to know more people.

2010: Get to know people more.

Last year's sounds a bit stupid, and can better be described by a longer string of words which would probably include my life story. That's why I'm not going to bother defining it better. This year's is inspired by the changes in the last months. I say that I "know" quite a handful of people, but how well do I really know them? I've come to realise that I've been in some people's company for almost two years and yet I've only just noticed how much I enjoy talking to them. I think that's a wee bit tragic and so in 2010 I'm going to try to change that.

And with that, I wish you all a fruitful and Godly 2010 (:

Like the sun is risin', heat on my face

2009-11-30T22:40:00.002+01:00

A month later...

ciao ragazzi (: come state?

I never thought I'd say this, but I realised I had a bit of a Pride and Prejudice moment with Italy. The country being Mr.Darcy XD Kai, you might know exactly what I mean here :P Then again you did the same with England...

It's odd really, but I've set my sights on being capable of speaking a 4th language fluently. And I've decided it's going to be Italian. I bought a dictionary, and told a couple of people to talk to me solamente in Italiano. Hopefully my plan will work =D Preferably by Sunday, but I know that's highly unrealistic. However, it's something I really want to do. Io voglio migliorare il mio italiano.

In other news, in three weeks I went to two countries. It felt wonderful. I hope it won't be the only time I do that. (technically three cause we went through Germany a bit too, but I didn't spend a night there so I won't count it). Guys, I love italians! It's hilarious XD And Pompeii. And the ridiculousness of how affectionate they all are. But it's so sweet (:

I need to sleep, good night ^^

Bluestocking Tendencies

2009-10-29T17:52:00.002+01:00

I've fallen prey to a love of language, one unparalleled by any before. Regency-dated novels have much to do with it, as do surprising events unfolding on twitter and facebook. I've had my nose in a book for the past three nights, lack of sleep might catch up soon but I'll throw caution to the wind and enjoy myself. The current book is so centered upon poetry that when in the library section with Bet this morning, I stumbled upon a selection of classic poets I was tempted to borrow one. Maybe Keats, or Byron or Tennyson. Something old and classical. Something that has inspired generations of people. Something to feel connected to the past. Not in a way that stops one from looking forward, but a plant can't grow without roots, and I consider literature to be a profound part of my roots. I've also been impressed with the writings of others this week, so that's also quite uplifting.

And for added amusement brooks features as a secondary character in the current novel I've been sucked into.

Also, when I got home today I donned my wellies and sunglasses and proceeded to shovel a large pile of soil into a wheelbarrow and deliver it to my dad a few times. He's moving on with his plans for the garden. I have to say I quite like what he has in mind.

Now, back to the book and pleasant but easy conversation (:

Of watches and red nails

2009-10-25T23:10:00.002+01:00

Mmmh yes, so apparently my grandfather is getting worse by the day. He's a bit like lanf and stipulated a dress code for before during and after the funeral, which leaves me at a loss cause I don't quite own posh enough clothes. Although my mum bought some stuff that I absolutely love (its mostly grey :P) which I think I'll live in in the next few weeks.

His wife is my sister's godmother and gave her her second name. She also sent the silver spoon she was given at birth, engraved with her name (Matthea, known as Kiek) to give to my sister. So my grandfather (also my godfather) told my mum to go around the house and find something i would like. He suggested his old watch but my mum was unsure (I'd have loved it xD). Instead they gave me money to buy something although the watch is still an option. I think I'm going to trade it for the watch. I've been meaning to buy one, and I know for a fact that his watch would not be something off the market and be really nice. And it would be lovely to have something from him. So yeah, that's about it.

The problem is, my (dutch) aunt knows someone who was in a situation quite like his who survived three months on just a daily glass of milk. Unfortunately my grandfather isn't quite happy in the state he's currently in (quite the same) and would probably prefer dying sooner rather than later. All I want is for it to happen comfortably and painlessly. So yeah, prayers appreciated.

I just decided I'm going for the watch.

Quilts, Turkish Delight and going to the Moon.

2009-10-15T22:21:00.002+02:00

Instead of doing a question on thermometry and capacitors, due tomorrow, I'm going to blog!

Wednesday was grand. It all started with a two-hour car drive, without much actual driving involved, which meant my 9am lecture was missed. After my lectures finished, I waited an hour for Val to finish hers, and went down to the bus stop with her and Estelle, Matt, Jamie and Marco [El, he looks like Neil xD]. Where we got soaked. Nicole, Matt Drake and Val all had umbrellas, so we made an umbrella tent and the rest of us plus Twanny and two other random guys tried to squash in. I ended up sacrificing my back for the sake of keeping my laptop dry. On the bus to Val's we had a discussion about pastafarians with a pastafarian, no less, and had a short walk behind a little boy in white shorts, socks, shoes and t-shirt, dancing while singing Hot 'N Cold. Amusing to say the least.

Jimi! One of the cutest puppies ever! He's hilarious, jumping and bouncing and skidding everywhere XD And biting fingers. Although much less painfully than Tommy. That killed.

Then laptop time! Val and I had a lovely chat and subsequently discussion and research, throwing ideas and names around, perfecting them as we spoke aloud... I'm thinking NaNoWriMo. But without the Mo probably.

Then it started pouring buckets, which we loved and my mum took me to Maths on her way to Aikido. [Yes, my mum doing aikido is hilarious] My outer layer of clothing was soaking wet and I had taken it off at Val's, so I started to feel a bit cold by then. It hadn't occurred to me to ask my mum to bring a jumper with her XD Apart from Chrissy and I at Maths, there was a new guy, whose name I can't remember, who graduated from MCAST and is doing Maths A level in a year to study to become a Pilot. He reminds me of someone and I don't know who, and so when he spoke I got a bit side-tracked trying to remember who it is. Which means my answers and Chrissy's answers weren't often alike, which prompted some major amendments. Then I walked to Elaine's house, the sicko, and went to Becky's for D-group. Leana was the death of me, "daqs kemm kelli advice, jien!" Then some more driving in the rain =D

Thursday:

Quantum theory for breakfast. When you have a teacher like mine... Goodness, when Steve came in late I told him I would have killed him if he hadn't come. Five minutes into the lesson and I was bored stiff and getting restless. Models of the atom and how they progressed, as well as energy differences and emissions and absorption and spectra, all inter-related is all well and good. Except when your teacher splits words like "electron" into syllables. E-very sin-gle Ti-me. With a second in between the syllables. I checked if "mississippi" fits in between, and it does. The boredom provoked doodling. It was a missile-type thing with a drawing of an atom on it. And I hear " while some of us are drawing *pause* atom bombs. Please detonate it so it won't distract me anymore and I can move on". Having the class hear you're doodling atom bombs isn't exactly pleasant... XD Then he made me rub it off, which is what he meant by detonate it. Cue in time in the library, a crazy maths teacher (really unlucky in that respect xD) and then more library (which I realised I've really missed!) Until... VALLETTA!

With Elaine, Estelle and Jamjam (: We ended up going to Mandali where we tried to tell Estelle her bracelet is not in fact yellow, but rather cream or a pale gold or something. At one point the shopkeeper even said "that's one faded yellow!" after a particularly strong insistence that it's yellow. Then we bumped into Krissie in republic street, while the back of our heads got filmed and eventually we went on to M&S. Not before Elaine and I did the *eye each other from head to toe to head* "how you doiiin?" Let's just say the timing of it was not amazing cause we got this really, really odd look from a girl who had happened to witness it... Then Jamie & I bought Turkish Delight, which I paid Jamie for in twenties and fives XD So to get rid of it he bought four muffins for us all to eat.

This is where Elaine and I learnt a new word, and used it excessively in reference to Estelle. We also established that she can't follow a conversation, since she was still on "you're trying to be snow white, eating red apples all the time!" while the rest of us were on "why on earth did the dwarves have a human sized glass coffin lying around? Double dwarf burial perhaps?" And so her input to that convo was slightly off xD Jamie was trying to get rid of the Turkish Delight since it wasn't as good as we'd hoped... unless you count Elaine's insistence that she "usually doesn't like it but this one's really good!" People thought he was trying to poison them. Then we caught the bus. At ten to four. With three of us having lectures at four. The bus driver was.. high I'd say. As I bought a ticket, he said "we're off to the moon! Keep moving, don't stop the flow!" He told the elderly english couple behind us "walk right up the stairs and sit on the deckchairs!" And kept blabbing on all the while. Elaine and I noticed we had a near-crash, but the rest of the bus was laughing with the driver xD As we arrived at the Msida bus stop, I handed the Turkish Delight to the couple on deckchairs, they were quite surprised but happy xD.

Mad rush to class, we all made it (: Then I stopped at Darmanin on the way home to buy boots, which, as I went to pay for them, turned out to be a Right foot 38 and Left foot 37. Did I mention that they were the last pair? Yeah. So a long phone call deduced that they can save me a pair in Valletta until tomorrow evening. Guess which capital city I'm visiting again but alone tomorrow :P I saw my bus flash past, and as I waited with my majorly heavy bag, another 45 passed and "was too full" to let me on. So I waited some more and finally got on the bus just as it started to rain. I finally made a concrete connection with snowboarding and standing on a moving bus.

My mum is leaving again tomorrow early morning, and I have a busy day ahead of me too. I think I'm just going to make sure I have no notes that can solve this stupid Physics question (ifhem, the Muncaster giant-ass book of Physics didn't show any signs of an answer to part a, so i doubt my notes will) and dismiss it as beyond me and unworkable so I can SLEEP!

Are any of you in quilts yet?

Cookies and dreams

2009-10-13T12:10:00.001+02:00

I'm addicted to baking cookies.

And my dreams are becoming very weird and memorable.

6th October 1999

2009-09-19T03:42:00.002+02:00

My evening/night was grand until 2.40am. That's when it all caught up with me. By normal reasoning the cause should have made me immensely happy, but alas, normality is beyond me. Venting has helped some.

I also found a note I wrote in 1999. It cemented my belief that ten years ago I was who I am now, then lost myself in the next sevenish years, and now I'm slowly finding myself again. For all intents and purposes, the note looks almost suicidal. The truth is, it isn't. It's grey. It's like fluffy white sheep in a large muddy enclosure on a cloudy and cold day. It's content. It's hopeful. It's me. It's made me think a bit. Do I really enjoy what I say I do? Is what I say even what I think? And how do I know what I'm thinking isn't a smokescreen to stop me from dwelling on what I know I'm actually thinking? A screen I've become so accustomed to that I've come to ignore? Am I building on sand? Am I, by some perverse reasoning, becoming so counter-cultural that I've conformed to the genre that professes to be so?

In fact, I'm pretty much convinced that it is the case. It puts a lot of events of the last 3 years into perspective. The truth of the matter is that I need to strip myself bare. Get shaken to my foundations. Because the more I think about it, the direction I've been trying to get myself to go, and even what I currently am, is a shadow of my childhood self. Not the silly things I said, like liking exams cause it was the only time the class was quiet (amused many adults, that phrase did) but the essence of it. I like quiet. I love thinking. I really do enjoy learning and telling people what I've learnt. I honestly did like exams. I still do, if I've studied more than a few hours. Unfortunately doing well in school became out of style, and so I cut part of myself off. That's where it started. The minute I started caring what other people thought about what was right was where I lost myself. It was Junior 5. That statement was the last one of the sort. Junior 6 was finding your niche, I never found mine. I lost it to fit in. Every time it was suggested, I fervently denied it and made more of an effort to lose that reputation. It was also around the time I stopped joining my nanna for mass on saturdays. There you have it. I don't expect this to make much sense to you, in all honesty I'm writing this for purely selfish reasons.

Apart from the apparent depression, it highlighted another love of mine. Something else I lost. I can't derive the loss of this one. I think it was to do with not making time for it. Time and again I've wanted to pick it up again, and I've failed every time.

Looking back, it's so stupid that I did what I did. But what nine year old knows what's best for them? Especially a nine year old who is at her happiest when alone. I know that you can't live in the past, and have to move forward and progress. But really, how can it be called progression if I'm going further from who I am? Building on a false idea. The time lost means other things have developed and need to be incorporated into that old me, the real one. They don't conflict anyway, so it can't be too hard. Somehow, this will work.

The next two weeks will be stressful. Absolutely no question about it. For a bunch of unrelated reasons. But maybe this will help. Maybe it will make it harder, but I think it will help more.

Dear Miss Bonnie ^^

2009-09-04T01:16:00.002+02:00

While luca has a near breakdown due to hyperactivity, minis and top gear, and jamie debates the positive and negative aspects of his voice in my head (mostly to himself), I'll do this!

So, I was thinking about wardrobes last monday. In the way you refer to a church being the people not the building, I'm referring to the clothes not the actual frame in which you keep them. As a general rule to prevent buying clothes that you probably won't wear, it's suggested that you mentally pair the item with what your wardrobe consists of. If you abide by this rule, you might not buy that top you really like, that is actually quite expensive, but you only have one pair of trousers that would "work" with the cut/colour/style of said top. The top might be amazing, but you respond to your better judgement and don't buy it.

Obviously this relies a lot on what you already have in that wardrobe. Past decisions very similar to the one you just made. Except that since then, the contents have changed. In fact, those jeans you love to wear might just recall a time when most of the things you currently have weren't around. An almost complete shift in content. But, unless you're bonnie (much love, poppet :P) you probably don't do a complete shift every year or so, and add a couple of items at a go, always basing it on what you currently own. This affects your decisions, and moulds your future wardrobe, your measure-stick the next time you shop. It affects our styles, how we dress, the way we re-invent older items, our ultimate 'look'. I for one, have always really liked Jaccarini's style, but have never really tried to do something similar. Mostly cause I know that a lot of the things she wears (that i really like) would not make sense with what i currently own. Without the basic (girls will understand this better) and classic items, or ones with a complete different cut/style, it will be absolutely useless to buy a single item. I can't afford, nor have the patience for, collecting a bunch of clothes that will ultimately give me what, two outfits? It makes them worthless purchases.

I could go into a lot more detail with this XD

Anyway, I was thinking that it's very much like our lives. We're a build-up of experiences and opinions, hopes and fears, hurts and dreams etc etc. Maybe one path that looks great to us might not "fit" with what we have. Or just about fit, but it isn't a seamless fit, there are still things that don't "flow" with the rest of the collection. Maybe that path is better suited to someone else. Or maybe it just doesn't flatter you. Simple as that. This refers to universities, career choices, your actual wardrobe, God-knows even your hair.

I feel like I just channeled Bonnie. She better read this :P

//end

UFOs and sofas

2009-08-25T01:49:00.002+02:00

Hello people of the Word,

I have a delicious blog post with some lovely allegory coming soon, but I just feel like saying I ordered a prospectus for the University of Aberdeen. Yes, I do realise that it means I'm jumping on the bandwagon and doing what everyone else is, and it will probably come to nothing, but it looks quite good (:

You might not want to read, but I want to remember.

2009-07-30T21:59:00.007+02:00

I'm sitting in my mum's car with my laptop connected to the car's sound system and listening to the video on Ben's blog. I feel like Van, taking pleasure in simple things (: I think I'll like driving around for no reason just listening to music when I eventually get a license and a car.

This set up took a while, to get an internet connection I tried loads of router positions before this one. But it's worth it.

This is so cool x)

Yesterday was great, had some Bet-bonding time. And Drea-bonding time, but her fear of sharks made it predominantly Bet-time XD (Sound like bedtime) Rowing a surfboard around Xemxija bay is something to remember fo shizzle. Even if Sam thinks we were slow. We didn't fall off once and were in perfect sync :P With Everything! On a roll up piano. Which means what should take one hand took two, so now I can't play it on a normal piano. But at least I know what's supposed to be happening ux.

I applied for the change of subjects, I'll know if it's accepted in mid-September. My mum's more anxious to know than I am, I mean I doubt I'll start studying anytime before that so it won't make much of a difference. Books can be bought quite quickly I'm assuming.

Ah, haven't listened to Ben Cantelon in a while. Soul Survivor mood (: Thirteen days is it? Mmh can't wait, Soul Survivor is like home. @Zoe_firefly Remember the prayer room we discovered?

Rain, mud, wellies, clothes... talks, meetings, relaxing, shopping, God. Makes work seem worthwhile. (8) I wanna finish last, last in the world's eyes, no matter what I do I will be first in Your eyes (8) This song has so many memories tied to it. Late nights dancing in my room and messages from Paula Camilleri that were so spot on, I just stared for minutes. Ah, life's good. Throwing expectations out the window seems like the way forward to me. Just live. Live for God and live with abandon. Trust in Him and not let fear hold me back. Live boldly without a care. Just live...

I feel so blessed. Just thinking about what I've done, what I've been through, my experiences and everything I've come to know. I'm suddenly remembering random little things. Like climbing rocks in comino, Britt Nicole songs at school. The days I dreaded, counting down the minutes till 3 o'clock. Wishing I knew what people were on about. Knowing a little too much Physics, enjoying Biology a little too much, working a little too little Chemistry. Laughing. Oh, laughing where I understood. Purposefully dumbing myself down in conversation, wishing I could say more. Being lost in thought and then put on the spot by some perceptive teacher and somehow getting away with it, either by luck or by some discreet whisper from a friend. I'm far from saying I miss those days. Ever so far from saying it. But those days formed me, much as I hated most of every minute, they made me who I am. I can't say the same for Junior College. It's as good a place as any, but it didn't change me. It neither broke me nor made me. I've been influenced by the people I've come to know throughout the year, definitely. But not by the place, the atmosphere, the students around me.

Clinging to the Cross - what was paused when my iPod got stolen. Thank God for Gruppetta. All the walks home from the bus stop. The ones in the blistering heat differ so much from the ones in the mind-numbing cold, so much that it's barely recognisable as the same path. Slum Survivor. Our beautifully constructed slum being pulled down. Shouting at Kristie to wake up and bundle all her stuff up quickly and get out. Adrenaline flowing. Being somewhat stunned in my sleeping bag and watching it get torn down. Getting in after, sleeping in a more slum-like construction. It was one of the most comfortable nights of my life, no joke. We all felt so close and happy that night. It was warm.

Religion lessons, also known as talking to Beppe while listening to the CCC being read out in Maltese. Physics lab on Thursday mornings, best double lesson ever. Screwing up the value of gravity with Steve while talking about what's new on the internet and being quite nerdy. Making Clara calculate, letting Steve play with equations until we got what we wanted, fixing word order, laughing whenever Beppe dropped something and made his "oops I dropped something I shouldn't have" face. It's a classic. Wednesdays at Uni on the grass, studying at chaplaincy.

Walking from Balzan to Msida with Val. Walking through the back streets of Sliema to Uni and getting stalked, also with Val. Pavarotti. Lying in her closet and just talking. Talking about the old testament on her bed while she fell asleep listening to me talk about Joseph and his technicolour dreamcoat...

There's so much I've done, but so much more that's left to do.

Principle of Conservation of Energy

2009-07-26T14:19:00.001+02:00

The best convo I've had in an age:

http://bit.ly/8WvD8

I'm willing to assume Mina will like it best out of all my blog readers :P

SoulInTheCity

2009-07-23T10:40:00.002+02:00

Helloooo

While I wait for people to arrive with lotsa yummy ingredients I'm going to blog.

First off - Jerry's alive, and doing better every day XD He's the most medicated dog around, I assure you. He has loads of pills and four injections per day, and lots of stuff go into dressing the wound. Those of you who will be here soon will see the pile of stuff dedicated to his health. HUGE.

Secondly - *gets mobile on which ideas were saved as draft messages* Ok, yesterday. I woke up at bet's with drea, caught a bus at ten past eight, got home at twenty past, and caught up with the internet for two hours. Then I showered and went to the hairdresser to see what she intends on doing on the 22nd august. I don't like the hairdresser. I wanted to kill her when she went: But her hair is so short! *look of horror* What can we do with it?

Considering I've been letting it grow since February, I was not amused. Sommies, then I caught a bus with Ali intending to go to exiles where people were meant to be swimming, but ended up in Sliema. She wanted a particular bag and I wanted McDonalds xD At McDonalds we met Please Note aka ZLR aka girl who likes surnames aka Michaela. Then after teasing her a bit, we saw Val xD We ended up sitting with her and Maria Angela for about two-ish hours and Sara came at some point too. We decided to head out in search of an owl necklace. It was quite unsuccessful, but a tag left on the perfume Val had bought for Sara set the alarm off in the next shop she went to, so the gift-giving was rather amusing XD Then TopShop... After walking around, Val saw some tank-tops she wanted, and they were on offer. There was a grey one... haha I bought it >.<>

Also, just a thought about what you're doing. Is this what God planned for you from when you were in your mother's womb?

Mojitos and Breakdowns

2009-07-11T22:50:00.003+02:00

Today was eventful. Firstly, work in itself had more variety than it usually does. Looking back, not much springs to mind, but it was far from a typical day at work. What I do remember is that the timing was all wrong. Lunch was slow but at 4 (when Deb was meant to be leaving since it was decided to be too slow for all four of us to stay) it picked up and I only finished all my open tabs (at least five at any one point) at six. It was quite frustrating cause Pastry wasn't answering the phone so I couldn't order a particular item that we don't stock at the bar, and since everyone was over-loaded no-one could be spared to go all the way to ask the dear chefs personally. It really proved the necessity of everyone pulling their own weight. Which, I guess, is crucial to any establishment, and everything else in life.

At one point I was walking around with nothing to do (between 1 and 3 I mainly had nothing to do, so I just helped everyone else who had giant orders), and I happened to see Leanne accidently spill a cup of steaming coffee all over her hand and the deckchair of a posh elderly English woman. The cup wasn't closed well or something cause the lid-thing flew off. Coffee spilled onto the woman's towel (luckily not onto the woman) and all over her sandals and almost into her friend's bag. Both Leanne and I started moving things out of the path of the destructive coffee, although the poor girl ended up doing it somewhat one-handedly. Since the coffee is made with steamed water, it has more internal energy, so it hurts more. I mean, I can barely hold the cup for two seconds to give it to a guest, never mind have it spilled all over me. Anyway, point is Leanne was stuck standing next to the sink with ice and running water for about twenty minutes, and very much in pain. Meanwhile we called the poolboys (they're handy I tell you) to clean up the spilled coffee while I got the woman a new towel and a new coffee. That was quite an event. As well as the new system with the towels. It's beyond complex. But at least it will help cut down on missing towels and such.

We christened today mojito day. Peter (the barman - about our age, only one barman isn't) went to the herb patch goodness knows how many times today to cut some fresh mint. Mojitos take a while to make since there's a lot of crushing and pounding involved. One table ordered, I kid you not, NINE mojitos. Then two minutes after they were delivered asked for another five. Considering that at least that many had gone out already and that usually we only have between 0-2 ordered in a day, as well as the highest number of simultaneous mojitos up until now was six, the new name for 11/7/09 was well deserved. And Peter wanted to die. Interestingly, whenever he says he's going to die/swear if people order another *insert name of much ordered beverage here* today, a large order of it comes in within two minutes. Usually it's mine. Today it wasn't thankfully cause I swear he'd have killed me XD.

Also, tomorrow is Jerry's last day. His leg has swollen to twice the size it used to be, stinks to the high heavens and leaks odd-coloured liquids very frequently. He's not really sleeping well anymore (sleeping tablets seem to do the trick though) and he looks haggard. He's not wagging his tail much anymore either. Everything that usually indicates he's in pain is heightened. I mean, you would too if your leg was rotting. So yeah, Monday is D-day. I'm working all day tomorrow, but I'll make the most of the evening. He's been around for the last eleven years of my life, so it's quite a big deal. On monday I'll be helping my dad dig his grave on the family farm in Salina. My mum wants to have him put down in the house since he's so scared of cars. I already know what he'll look like when he's gone, and I have to admit it's haunted my last two nights. My mum couldn't keep the tears back when he was sedated for his last big op, and also in the drunken state he was in afterwards. I have no idea what she's going to be like on Monday. Ali's even more emotional. I'm kind of counting on my dad to stay calm, cause I know I won't be able to cope with two people in hysterics alone. I'm not saying I won't be upset, or that I definitely won't cry, cause there are tears going down my cheeks just at the thought of it. But I think I can keep myself together enough to be functional - something I don't expect or even want from Alison. She has her own way of grieving, and I'm fine with that, just as long as she doesn't drag me into it. And Tommy... we'll have to see. No idea what he's going to be like. He doesn't know of a life without Jerry. Anyway, I'm going to sleep. Sorry to be so depressing, but I really had to get it off my chest. Breaking down at home just doesn't seem like an option when it's affecting all of us, it's not fair to bring the others down when they're doing their best to cope themselves. Goodnight, hope you have a better monday than I will.

//end

Make it mine

2009-07-07T01:08:00.003+02:00

Hello world. I'm really sleepy right now, but I was watching this and I can't not share ^^ It's how I'd be feeling if I had the energy (: (also, look at that sky!)

Make it Mine <-click there XD

this is also really pretty:

Daisies, Notes and Blueberries

2009-07-02T21:35:00.008+02:00

Cover via Amazon

This is my 98th post I believe. Again, I'm writing cause I'm bored. I already wished Tim and Luuk a safe flight and whatnot, so I'm left with nothing to do. (Except clear my room and pack for the weekend since I'm going a day early to help set up w/e) But that's the kind of stuff I'm good at doing between 1am-3am. The girls (and simon) know I'm most alert and productive at that time, and the rest of you will now know :P

Looking for alaska was great. I want Paper Towns and An Abundance of Katherines now. And Looking for Alaska in Dutch. That ought to be amusing ^^ In fact, my plan to stay up till 1am is supported by my reading Pride and Prejudice for the billionth time. I know the book so well I can just pick it up from the middle and enjoy it just as much as if i started from the beginning. I've been reading it on and off for two weeks so now I wanna finish it XD I think Elaine's reading it too cause it was on her top bunk this morning, so I read out a piece I find really amusing (for those of you who know the book, that bit where Darcy is writing a letter and Miss Bingley keeps interrupting) It's not particularly funny, but I find it really laugh-worthy XD

Speaking of today, it was grand. This morning I got woken up by a message from Tutzi which El was supposed to get too, but her phone is silly and it took another half hour for her to receive it. Anyway, we lazed about till half eleven listening to music and chatting XD Then we met Drea at McD's where Brooks joined us. Then we used the mac which Brooks christened the most annoying computer on the planet. It had some setting where whatever you type is read out loud, character by character. I know windows has that too, but I don't know how to make it stop on a mac XD Anyway, then we looked for a bikini (partly successful, need to go to the freeway in Bugibba to pick up the right size =D) and eventually met Paul at Zara.

Image by ooh_food via Flickr

Zara.. wow. We then went into the Zara Home section where Brooks and I went on a high XD Brooks (aka Oyster) was planning his room, and I was just enjoying all the cool colours and patterns and things that look pretty in a room (: We came to the conclusion that when we get our own houses we're going to shop together cause it's so much fun even just to watch XD The lift episode happened right afterwards. Imagine the five of us going down in the lift. Then elaine gets her bag stuck in the door on the ground floor. It won't come out. Paul tries pressing the "close doors" button, but to no avail. It starts to close and then jams and opens again. All but Elaine are laughing. Paul says it has to be her. We agree. As Paul continues to press the button in the hope that we can wrestle it out while it's in that in-between phase, we take it in turns to try pull it out. We all laugh. People pass by and give us funny looks, amused by the sight of five people smiling and laughing in an open lift and not getting out or going up. Wrestling and button pressing goes on. Finally, it budges. Elaine pulls. It comes out... with no bow. Half of the bow emerges at the next press of the button. I pull, but I noticed too late, so most of the time window is up before I get a good grip on it. The doors jam and start opening again. I let go. Brooks laughs as he watches the bow slide down to the bottom of the lift shaft. Elaine will have to make do with a bow-less bag.

Once outside Zara, Drea passed a comment and left for home, leaving paul elain

Image by qmnonic via Flickr

e brooks and I to shop. That generally means "let's follow paul". This is about where brooks' impatience killed me with laughter. Every time paul and elaine dragged behind, the look on his face was

priceless but the comments can't be reproduced XD Topman was amusing. I saw this really cool t

-shirt that made me want to be male XD Then Tower and the health food shop (: Loved the l

ast place. Elaine didn't like her flapjack and Paul abandoned us for Pull and Bear but Brooks liked it. I always love that place, it's hidden and homey and healthy and cool. It makes me wish I lived in some metropolitan city somewhere. Like New York or London. Kinda preferring New

York actually, had more of that vibe. So yeah, I decided I want you all to live in NYC for a year to re-create Friends XD

Now I'm home and bored. But I thoroughly enjoyed my day (:

Sylar <3 XD

2009-06-25T17:53:00.005+02:00

I don't have anything particular to say, just a bunch of things I've thought of recently (:

Firstly, I just listened to "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus, and I'm pleasantly surprised. The video isn't amazing (at all) and I'm not entirely keen on the vocals either tbh, but there's something that makes it extremely pleasant to listen to. And the lyrics... love them. I mean, the chorus is hugely grand.

There's always going to be another mountain
I'm always going to want to make it move
Always going to be an uphill battle,
Sometimes I'm going to have to lose,
Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

Also, a while ago I had put a vid Bet linked me to on my iPod and I hadn't really listened to it since then, until last week. The beginning sounds a bit dull, but at approx 1.30 or something of the sort, I was stunned. Again, it was the lyrics that made it (word-freak if there ever was one >.<) coupled with the musical build up and probably my sleepyness, it sounded hamazink. And here's the link (: It's Oh My God - Jars of Clay

Speaking of Jars of Clay - Dead Man (carry me) is fab, and I vaguely recall mashing this with Love Story without realising while studying in the JC library. [Yes, I'm enjoying this linkage very much XD]

Something in the house is making an incessant beeping noise that's starting to bug me muchos. *turns the volume up* better (:

Sylar/Spock XD (but not Elaine)

Ah back to the beginning, I promised Jer I'd put this somewhere. Y'day when he picked bet and I up he was waiting with his car door open, leaning against the car with his arms folded and legs crossed and I said he looked like a film. He asked what a film is. Admittedly what I said was grammatically incorrect and confusing but w/e XD

I realised I still don't like pv. Shocker :P To bet, sorry to disappoint you but you do realise the "you have to socialise!" line will no longer work cause I can socialise while chilling :P Eg. at chaplaincy XD Speaking of which, the swim/BBQ was grand (: From the English/American landscape and colours, to the deep sea and vortexes, to the abandoned building and stinky loos, to the crazy drive home and hopes of a storm, to the cowboy walk to the amusing phone calls in gzira, to the culmination of groups singing karaoke and staying up late, and finally.. sleeping and waking up. I loved every minute of it (: However, Simon, be quiet XD

Shopping with kai was... successful-ish XD I found flipflops in ten minutes flat and then spent forever finding nothing and lunching ^^

And with that I'm off to shower and change for Thanksgiving mass (:

Sweetly broken, wholly surrendered

2009-06-15T00:36:00.003+02:00

While waiting for heroes to load I figured I might as well blog. So tomorrow I'm going to be filling in for my parents at work while my mum visits my uncle in hospital. Which means I'll be waking up early again. The joy. However, real work starts this week for a total of 38 hours (!) but it means I'll be closer to paying soul survivor off, and closer to having spending money there (: So far my aim is to put all the money I earn to the SS fund, but depending on how often I work I might give myself some lee-way every so often.

Like the shoes I bought for work. They remind me of a wedding dress. But for feet. The toe-cap is satiny and the pattern is delicate. Plus they have ribbons for laces! (all white, but I also have pink ribbons in the box) I guess the wedding special on the style network influenced the rest of the day's decisions XD They're my third pair of converse, and also the only brand of footwear I display such consumer dedication to ><>

Ok, I'm thinking in lyrics now. Not good.

//end

You are the light

2009-06-13T02:02:00.004+02:00

#I think I'll wear contacts more often, just to be able to go home and take them off, put my glasses back on and sit behind my laptop with my hair pulled back being nerdy yet urban. It's refreshing.

#I'll be shopping with bet tomorrow at about 3, cause I need to buy shoes for work. I decided that while I'm at it, I should get shoes I actually like and will wear even when I'm not at work. I think I know which ones I want, however the (very large) chances are that I see something better ><

#Nic's party was good. At a point I was getting a bit bored, primarily cause I'm not a party person and this was a full-blown party, but then it relaxed a bit again and I enjoyed myself.

#Apparently I grew. *Mental note to measure self*

#Hmm.. flying at Elaine wasn't a very good idea. Her chin and my clavicle collided rather painfully. It didn't hurt then, but now it feels really bruised and bumpy, although the bruise doesn't show.

#I have the best tent ^^

#I'm glad to have caught up a bit with Drea and Paul. Feels like ages since we spoke! Brooks is back to being his violent self.

#It has been proved that Jeremy is trying to break me cause he's envious of the time I spend with Bet. He even admitted to that time when he held an axe to my head, and Bet saved me by steering into a wall.

#Willy leaves tomorrow

#I don't like Alex's theory on me whatsoever

#Sean is hilarious when he speaks without thinking. Bet, Mina and I were in fits all the way home.

#Rob is hilarious as Sean's wife and Dora's lover.

#Why is it that sleeping without a fan is feverish, while when the fan's on 1 and I have two sheets I still wake up slightly cold?

#I read the Focus and Psychologies today. Psychologies is mostly full of rubbish. Focus not so much. This month the main article was titled "live forever or die trying" I found it very interesting. But then I have a morbid fascination with death and dying. That, however does not mean I myself am ready for the grave. Jus' sayin!

#I am a maaaaanly man.

//end

Drift wood!

2009-05-24T11:22:00.003+02:00

I think I have some explaining to do XD Mostly cause I don't want to come across as a snob, which I know that I have on many occasions. Also, this blog post has the potential to become quite emo so be warned (:

I'm quite socially inept. Any of you that knew me in form three and earlier (I think that's only kai) would know that I was, and probably still am, a very shy person. Actually, I'd hazard to say that more of you know cause it shows through sometimes, but constant proof was given at that time. Now I'm trying to think of how to say this without making it sound lame and pity-me-ish XD I do realise that blogging is kind of anti-shy, but blogging is just writing and you can ignore the fact that people are going to read it and comment as you are writing it. I hate conversations that are dull and dry and meaningless. I mean, that have a lack of feeling and interest, so rather than do that I stay quiet. If I don't feel up to taking an interest and really connecting, I won't talk. Happens.

Actually that sounds like I don't actually interest myself in the things the people around me find interesting. *what an awkward blogpost* I do care. It just takes brain power I don't always feel I have (as was the case last night).

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I don't mean to be a snob or rude or whatever. Between my brain and my mouth things get distorted and I'd rather not offend XD I've said it before and I'll say it again. Language is such a fickle thing. For all its beauty it can be so useless.

Thinking is more interesting than knowing, but less interesting than looking. - Goethe

//end

Alpha Beta roots

2009-05-20T20:44:00.002+02:00

I know you're probably all fed up of seeing writing on pages, but... I think I might write a few letters. I abandoned the habit, and kai reminded me of it today. I'm not saying all of you will get letters, cause that would be impossible, but I'm going to try write as many as i can XD

And writing this here has huge potential for backfiring, but I guess I'll just have to deal.

//end

Mike copied my last title and made it about concrete.

2009-05-18T17:27:00.005+02:00

Hello people of this fine planet. I'm eating strawberries and drinking fresh lemonade ^^

At some point last week I decided I wanted to document a typical day at JC, and although monday isn't the best day for that seeing as I have two doubles, I took my camera today. I figured today would be dreadfully boring if I didn't do anything about it. Especially after last night's rendition of 42 by mykill, and the descision that norway's song wasn't actually too bad. It kind of grew on me, sorry yan XD

Here's the album.

And much to steve's amusement I wrote down all the stupid things that were said today...

Here are a few:

Me: I can't take a photo of you digesting! It's impossible!

Tim: Maybe with a stethoscope.

Me: Stethoscopes don't take pictures XD (while I'm saying this, he realises and laughs)

I had just said (broken down for all you non-physicists) that gravity isn't constant. (seeing as it wasn't broken down for me and I was paying more attention to my camera, I hope you won't take it against me XD)

Clara: What are you saying?! Gravity! Gravity doesn't change! *eyes wide*

Me: shit, good point

Steve: Gravity just pwned you!

Me: yes, nice going Newton.

Steve: I can just imagine him on a cloud pointing down and laughing.

nice people huh?

At one point Clara was writing on my notes, telling me that she can't love me cause I'm not Edward Cullen. That girl doesn't believe me when I say I'm not a boy.

Steve: Ow

Me: I didn't even hit you!

Steve: Your component hit me.

Steiek-on!

Rache finally remembered why I was in her dream. St.Michaeleans will know what I mean. It was back when she was in form 5, the time of Marlene. Apparently we were at the concert hall thingy and I had lost my script and was getting frustrated at myself for it, so I was telling her about it. Ahh guys, remember apple-jack? And that dusty ramp? And all the hits to the head I got that year? XD Memories *sigh* (8) The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun! Wildcats, everywhere! Wave your hands up in the air! That's the way we do it, let's get to it, time to show the world! I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness (8) Hmm, I remember changing the lyrics to that last one. Some lines were so weird i refused to sing them.

As of now I'll be spending all my frees in the library. And this week I'll actually work and get on with things XD I apologise in advance for any outbursts of pure frustration that you might come across if you're in my vicinity during those hours XD Or, on the other hand, if that frustration leads to stupid messages, which is also quite likely. I'm actually getting better at it. I mean, I think I distracted bet less than usual today, didn't message anyone and I worked. Ok, so I took a few photos first, but at least I didn't go on the pc to check the myriad of time-wasters available online XD

Can't wait until Mike goes viral! ^^

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O belt, belt, wherefore art thou belt?

2009-05-17T14:17:00.003+02:00

I am in an amazingly good mood and you could almost call it a waste since I'm going to stay home XD I guess my notes will just have to appreciate my dedication to them a bit more today. (Seeing as I'm entirely undedicated to them, I guess they'll be happy enough) Why oh why do I give inanimate objects characters and emotions? *points at self and whispers "mental"*

Here are some pretty sounds for your ears =D I've become all piano-happy thanks to the combined influence of Bet and Elaine, although I'm not complaining. I love it! ^^ The link was provided by Mark through Mike through Mark if that makes any sense whatsoever... Speaking of Lanf, he just started blogging, as I'm sure most of you know by now XD

You know what, I'm pretty sure it's the music that's put me in such a mood. So be warned, all you who dare click the link. It is to moods what goji berries are to dreams. 'nough said XD

Also, major breakthrough by way of potential courses at uni! I have an idea and I think it's safe to say it's almost like in-depth systems XD (which, I would say, is what I'm aiming for and not a bad thing at all). Yes, I do realise that maltese culture suggests I should hate systems of knowledge with a passion and join as many facebook groups plotting its downfall as I possibly can, but quite frankly, I'm not one to care much for the norm. I'm that nerd in the class that I'm sure you're all familiar with. The one that doesn't miss a lecture cause she actually enjoys the lesson, and tries to convince her friends to "please come! What harm could it do you? I know you already know what we're doing, but dude.. depth!"

So yes, call me weird if you must XD

Right, I'm going to go search for a missing belt and then study something or other. Byeeeeee!

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My Teachers Are Nurdz

2009-05-14T12:46:00.002+02:00

Proof:
Mr.Maths, was late to class so one of the students quoted what he says to late students. His reply was as follows:
"Listen, nghidlek din u niefqu hawnhekk. A mathematician is never late. Neither is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." *slap*

Mr.Physics (waves) thought we were being cassi yesterday. He saw I was wearing a HP top...
"Qisu ghandkom Petrificus Totalus fuqkom illum!" *knowing look to me*

So yes. I am taught by nerds.

Little grey bears

2009-05-11T17:48:00.005+02:00

I feel like telling all you people about my day ^^

And I'm honoured to see how many of you actually read my ramblings (: Seriously. *has a moment*

To say I was not in the mood for school today is an understatement. I rolled out of bed with my eyes mostly closed since i slept late due to a combination of msn, updating this thing and reading. Time? 6am. By quarter to seven I was slightly more awake and by now out of my pjs and into normal clothes. I've made a complete 180 in my opinion about skirts. I actually kind of like them. At 7 I decided to decline the lift from my parents because it involved a lot of waiting around and read till quarter past eight which is when i chucked some stuff into my bag and left for the bus stop. It was refreshing to be awake before being plonked on the stairs to the school. It felt oddly grown up and independant-like. Anyway, I got to school a bit early and spoke to Sara a bit about how it still feels like it's saturday and that I for one do not appreciate going to school on a saturday.

Double maths was a bit of a drag-on. At first Timmy and I thought the teacher was delusional when he wrote "9th May 2009 A levev paper 1" We thought he got the year wrong as well as writing level incorrectly. It wouldn't be the first time, so it looked like we'd have to double check everything the guy wrote. But no. We were actually going to have to work out this year's A level paper. Naturally I messaged Mina and had a bit of a chat while doing whatever it was we had to do. It made it more tolerable XD Physics was.. physics. Steve, Clara and I talked about everything except the arrows and equations we were meant to be understanding. We managed to catch the teacher animatedly talking about how to get into medicine at uni. Seeing as everyone quite obviously had Physics A level and the guy knew we all also had Maths, we have no idea what he was banging on about it for. Philosophy was the usual unphilosophical discussion. Today it became Bush and 9/11 and eventually mr. berlusconi got a mention too. The topic we were meant to be discussing? The environment and the future.

I finished my book today ^^ Which is almost sad. I enjoyed it quite a bit more than any book I've read recently, and in the end, most things came to a point where i could accept their finality and that this is how the book was meant to end. Except for the two main threads, which was slightly disappointing. I won't tell you what they were in case any of you actually read the book in the future... which you should :P

I'm not sure If I'll start the next book seeing as my grandparents come on wednesday (surprise for me too. I had completely forgotten) and exams are in two weeks (waaaa!). My time should be used wisely...

A bear just grabbed the mic...

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Overhaul

2009-05-10T23:09:00.001+02:00

This is just to announce the overhaul of my blog. I'm very pleased with the outcome (:

*waves at krissie*

Everyone Worth Knowing

2009-05-07T19:17:00.005+02:00

I am thoroughly bored. I will blog.

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! XD Matthew Borg passed the JC Roundabout with bet and me on it today. As a careful driver, he ignored our frantic waves and high pitched yet somewhat unified "hey" as he drove past, intent on the road and the stupid italians roaming the streets around our school. As a result, the three italians behind his car thought bet and I were "hey"ing them. Not a proud moment. Not a proud moment at all... Then I saw bet off and congratulated jeri fleri (otherwise known as stethoscope on the beach) on the new car *which has amusing head rests* and went back to the roundabout to read for a while. Then bet came back, and pau and yan materialised and we went to dukes ^^ I haven't had dukes since the 2nd years left, meaning no more chicken with kristie :( To commemorate chicken fridays I had the chicken wrap thingy and then JELLYTOTS =D Haven't had those in ages either xD

And then... maths. Maths was fine, fab even. We worked a past paper I'd have managed XD. After which I was very frustrated that I had to wait forty minutes to hand a form in because Rm103 was closed -.- Although I ended up spending an hour with kai simon and elaine as a result. And then read some more on the bus. I finished the first book, and I've started the second. I'm on a roll x) I'm also doing the slow-reading thoughtful book at night thing. I like reading (: It's relaxing, entertaining, calming, soothing, inspiring, adventurous, stimulating and learn-ful. I was about to add that it broadens vocabulary, but the fact that i can't think of the one-word synonym for "learn-ful" makes it a moot point. Speaking of books, specifically the one I'm one chapter into. I feel like I'm going to be sucked in. You know, like those plots, very Stephen King, where the reader's life echoes that of the book... In the ten pages I've read, I've seen people I know, with the exact relationships between each other mapped out perfectly. It's worrying XD ...although I'm pretty sure it's only something that my warped mind could think of. I think (read: hope) that it isn't possible.... moving on.

I am thinking a lot lately. Like, a real lot. I've gone so far as to numb my brain activity at points cause I'm doing my head in, thinking and rethinking, and then mapping out consequences finding more paths, ultimately deciding I don't particularly like any of them anyway. The one thing that book1 taught me (seeing as it was by large a pointless book meant for brain-numbing) is this.. ok, it didn't teach me. It provoked more thoughts:

Some people are meant to be opera singers or concert pianists but it never bothers them because they never start to sing or sit at a piano. They take up teaching or open a travel agency and they are none the wiser.

I refuse to let that happen, whatever it is is bothering me and I want to find it. *Only Child Syndrome* XD And so I'm going to keep on dabbling in random things in the hope that someday I will be satisfied with my current interest for more than I usually am.

Food. *shows palm of hand with "*wave*" written on it*

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Oh! Grey skies and jellytots, how I love thee!

2009-05-05T18:11:00.006+02:00

Today has been an annoyingly musical day.I can't stop singing stupid songs like the LHC rap, I'm not edward cullen, Mrs. Nerimon and the angler fish song. And even sillier ones I make up as i go, along the lines of "I'm talking to a camera" in about ten accents while walking out of JC this afternoon. Speaking of the LHC rap, Steve and I showed it to our Physics teacher (the nice one) at the end of the lesson. Clara had been asking us to "please speak english" for a while so we figured our teacher could at least appreciate all the nerdy jargon spewing out of our eager minds... That poor girl is so abused XD But she has a brain made of arrows which we all appreciate (: <3

Major stress-relief occurred today too! I had my final interview of my systems project, and as always I had a nice chat about reading with my teacher xD (my project is about reading/libraries) It was concluded that neither of us could ever really get used to reading a book on Kindle. And more project-related things like what to do with books you're fed up of reading/don't want anymore bla bla bla. I think she sees me as a younger version of herself tbh. I mean, the similarities are there. I'm doing a project about the value of reading/upkeep of a library in 1st year and she won an essay competition about the value of reading at the same age, earning her a subscription to the British Times for a year. Something that not many people would appreciate. To be honest, I really wouldn't mind being like she is. And so this doesn't turn into a long winded thing about how I think I have the best systems teacher, I'll end it here XD

Credit dies fast :(

Zoe, when can I give you your book? I carry it around with me all the time and always forget to give it to you. Same goes for you kai.

This one's for kaila the grey, cause i like grey on you (that, or my love of grey just enveloped the humans wearing it) :

Boys are stupid...

Belle and Adam

2009-05-03T12:44:00.006+02:00

Ello ello ello!

Mike randomly linked me to "be our guest" on youtube this morning, which made me feel like watching Beauty and the Beast again but my sis has friends over and they're watching something at the moment, so IMdB had to suffice. Has anyone else ever noticed the inconsistencies in it? XD

Did you know that the beast (heretofore referred to as adam xD) was 11 when he became a beast? XD bit young to be in charge of a castle! It never actually says he was 11, but the rose dies on his 21st birthday and that's like what, two weeks from when he meets belle? And the servants say they've been in disuse for ten years at least (In be our guest), so he has to have been eleven. Yet in the flashback thingies, Adam looks quite a bit older, and definitely not eleven... even in the portrait he tears, it's like he always looked the same. Bet told me that you can find explanatory theories online, the most prevalent being one suggesting they don't age since Chip is transformed into a boy that looks about five at the end of the ordeal. But then the 21st year thing makes no sense XD

Yes, I realise I'm over-analysing, and yes, i realise that analysing a disney film means I have nothing else better to do. My apologies :P

And another thing XD I disagree with the curse. I don't feel like retyping so I'm gna paste what bet and i discussed XD.

Achie: It's quite a shitty enchantment, I mean wouldn't it be enough for him to learn to love? Does she have to love him back? You can hardly blame him for that.

Bet: loool well he was a shitty person for not letting her [the enchantress] in XD

Achie: It worked in the end, but it could just as easily not have...

It seems to be that all Belles and Bellas go for the rich animalistic-type of guy.

So yes, I'm bored.

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Long Live the King!

2009-04-26T19:10:00.003+02:00

I apologise for the fact that lately my blogs have been a stream of videos, but I don't actually have anything to say at the moment and videos are fun ^^
As you probably know, I leave my iPod/iTunes on shuffle most of the time. I end up hearing songs i haven't in a while and i like that XD Here's one of the most recent:

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Meekakitty and a slight obsession

2009-04-25T12:22:00.003+02:00

I think I just got meekakitty'd
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giUlJcUyAMg&feature=channel

She reminds me of nic attard and krissie, all mashed up and chucked in the USA as a model XD

And I'm slightly stuck on this:

And and.. I need to get a life off of the internet. Soon.

Top Gear

2009-04-22T16:22:00.002+02:00

David Walliams, Jimmy Carr, Jeremy Clarkson....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Na5NxQuxHg&feature=fvsr

Sorry, I couldn't resist xD

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Of colour, God and Jackie Chan

2009-04-21T16:58:00.010+02:00

And that's my current background XD This one is going to be full of pictures, as I'm sure you can already see...

The point of this is coming soon, but not yet. First, all of you have to go here. It's such a nerdy but fun feeling knowing you've just sent an e-mail to yourself.. in the future.

Before...

After...

These are the official pics documenting the changing of my hair colour. Which, despite my lack of love towards the current colour, taught me something. (insert: point of blog) So, blonde is what I was aiming for, and thanks to lilly's painstaking guidance, wisdom and expertise in the dying of hair, blonde is what I (eventually) got. You could say I got what I wanted. However, upon joining the clan of Bett, Bevie, Amy and the other blondes, and settling into the fact that my hair looks like fire and that I can't do much about it, I realised that I do not like it after all. Fancy that, getting what you want, but not liking it anymore once you have it. Intelligent move, achie. I spent my day in a beanie which was repeatedly yanked off by people cause they like the fire coming out of my follicles. (Except for the one time i willingly took a picture in order to show krissie, who knew of my plans, what it looks like) Anyhow, I think my hatred is apparent xD. Thank God I have a few beanies to play with this week. I'll be dying it back to brown again latest by saturday morning, cause in the evening my cousin's getting married and I don't feel like all my family asking what on earth happened to my hair. Sorry to disappoint those of you who like it or have not yet seen it... but seeing as I don't usually care much about what people think of my silly choices, it shouldn't make much of a difference to my usual attitude XD

I just realised that was a pointless rant.. what I mean to say was: God knows what we want, what we like and what we need, so don't be a pest and whine cause he isn't giving you what you want, he'll give you what you need and ultimately what you like.

One mooore thing! Vibrant hair makes me all passive and silent when I'm aware of said vibrance. When I'm still under my brunette illusion I'm my normal occasionally passive, usually wierd self.

Aiyaaaa! (sorry, Jackie Chan on Fox Kids influenced me too much as a child) I am utterly positive brunettes have more fun, and I'm not just saying that. :P

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My world.. anything but ordinary

2009-04-18T00:08:00.002+02:00

Firstly:

Secondly:

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Old-style blog!

2009-04-05T14:46:00.005+02:00

The house is finally silent(ish). The riot of fourteen-year old girls has finally left XD
At d-group mass this morning I thought of something and got really excited so i wanted to blog about it, but in typical achie fashion, I've forgotten what I was going to say. I kinda know in which direction i was heading, but the particulars have escaped me. And it was the particulars that I really liked, and really drew me into it. I was going to quote lyrics and everything XD Pfft.
On the positive side, i have lovely cookies, and I know there's ice cream somewhere XD
Oooh i think I remember what I was going to say! Tim Hughes comes into it a lot it seems. Did anyone else ever notice how Christians are usually the most anxious people to get married? Like their life pivots around finding "the one" and amazingly not many think of anything after marriage, just aim to get to that point? Right, well I think it can be kind of stupid. Disclaimer: I am in no way whatsoever talking about anyone specific (:
As i was saying, i find it's almost become our collective obsession, and sometimes I think we take the focus off of Jesus. (me included, I'm no saint) So, seeing as the Church is Jesus' wife, and the Song of Solomon says a lot about the subject too, it's not hard to see that there's something being said about the whole thing.

And i just remembered something else XD In films, when the hero-dude rescues the damsel in distress, the story usually ends with them falling in love cause she's so grateful and literally hero-worships him, and she's often budaful. Now, I can't remember any exact quote, but I'm pretty sure that the body of christ is beautiful in its own right, and Jesus saved us from the worst possible end. I think you know where I'm going with this XD

"Jesus you alone shall be my first love"
-Tim Hughes Jesus, You alone
"Beauty that made this heart adore you, hope of a life spent with you"
-Tim Hughes Here I Am To Worship
"You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy, altogether wonderful to me"
-Tim Hughes Here I Am To Worship
"...and heart abandoned, in awe of the one who gave it all"
-Hillsong United The Stand
"There's no other love compared with you, for ever strong, for ever true" (ok, this might just be a personal fave XD)
-Paul Oakley Ever Faithful God
The whole of How Marvellous.

I'm not trying to say that romantic love is wrong or anything of the sort, just that I think it's easy to overlook this part of God's character (: Hmm I enjoyed writing this, it's kinda like my first ever blogs x)

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David and OXO cubes

2009-04-02T16:07:00.005+02:00

hello (:
I'm bored at home so I figured I might as well blog. I don't really have anything to say, so this might be the most pointless blog to appear here XD Hmm.. everyone go watch the vid on mina's latest post! It's really pretty (: Oh, and good luck to everyone who starts O-level and A-level orals this week! (like bek who starts today)
This morning i watched a national geographic documentary on the apocalypse and it was so pointless. It repeated the same clips again and again, the antichrist looked a bit like james marsden, and it didn't say anything new. In fact, the people they interviewed contradicted each other so much that it was confusing beyond belief. Like the book of revelation needed anyone to make it more confusing.
Anyway, I'm now unsure whether the world is ending or not, and I'm not in the mood to care to be honest xD. If you try to live well and follow Jesus, make the most of the time you have and do your bit to help other people, I don't think it should really matter to you whether the world is going to end in the coming days, weeks, months, years or even centuries.
I want systems! I had a lecture yesterday, and I'm going to have another bunch in the holidays cause my lecturer has to go abroad, but I really like the topic we're doing XD Zoe will probably kill me for saying that, cause I'm pretty sure she doesn't like them. But they're really cool xD We have a good teacher, and she has a degree in history of art, so she knows all the details that keep me amused x) Although I always forget to buy the slide lists so I don't usually know the name of anything. But whenever she mentions donatello, I think of a turtle wearing a purple bandana. It's quite funny to think a turtle sculpted that David xD
Did anyone watch seven pounds? It looks sad and quite dull imo.
I'm off to go try and raise my blood pressure.
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Stream and Ribbons

2009-03-29T01:05:00.004+01:00

- For a change I'm still happy with my desktop background (:
- Three songs describe my life right now:
True Things - JJ Heller
The Purest Place - Tim Hughes & Watermark
Give Me Jesus - Jeremy Camp
I'm in quite a mellow mood really.
- On the subject of moods, I want to spend tomorrow barefoot. But I can't lol.
- My neck hurts cause im at a funny angle against the wall
- I went to two open days today. Hopefully something will come out of it, cause I need the flusies for SS. This year I want to buy a bit more than I did last year. More books, more cds, more clothes. It's so much more efficient than ordering online, and probably cheaper.
- I think I want to start doing something again... Like having something to do every tuesday or w/e. If only there was snow in Malta =/ I swear, everytime I see a hill I mentally navigate myself down to the bottom on a board. And I imagine where I could do some fancy turns, how close to the edge I'd go and how I'd angle myself, and where I'd speed up. It's getting obsessive.
- I really really really really really miss dancing
- I kind of miss acting too, although a lot less than i miss dancing. And since all I ever took part in was musicals, the singing while dancing thing is also to be missed. It's hard, but once you start it's really addictive xD
- I found a lot of old music and I'm really enjoying listening to it. By old, I don't mean age-wise (unlike some people i could mention :P) but I haven't listened to it in an age.
- I rekindled (oxygen rekindles a glowing splint. Ms. Edel would be proud xD) my fondness of revamped hymns. Like the kind of thing David Crowder, and also ocassionally Tim Hughes do. I think I just like the style of language and the simplicity of it all. Sometimes I wonder if I was born in the right era XD
- I don't like this whole losing an hour of sleep thing. It's rather rude.
- Brooks is a glowing red colour, and I find it really funny miskin xD.
- Ben likes twilight! The news practically made my friday.
- *this song is rubbish*
- haha enya XD
- I need some new music. *pokes bettina* ejja be :P
- My eyes are closing...

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Captchas and ramblings

2009-03-26T22:28:00.005+01:00

Hellooo

Firstly.. ingsta: singstar gangster
and that is why I love captchas (:

Let's start with monday.
I didn't actually go to maths, and i found shoes half an hour before i was meant to be waiting for the bus to pick us up. Thankfully the others were waiting outside bluebar, and i no longer looked like an overdressed fool. It must have been quite a funny sight.. seven teenage girls in suits crossing the road and loading into a minivan, then walking through valletta. Anyway, we get to this meeting thing. Let's just say that my sole input was described in terms food while everyone was being quite philosophical. At least the general secretary of PAM and the minister of foreign affairs now know me as the "half dutch girl who talks about cuisine" (no joke). I enjoyed it, although i think it was a bit shallow. Everyone was trying too hard to be politically correct and not to come across as racist (apart from zoe, who had the opposite effect :P) that most of the disucussion was centred around the arab states. Sommies, I had a very nice private discussion with a PAM member who is half danish and half moroccan, and looked like she could have been ben cantelon's sister. In fact, I think what she asked has more practical relevance to the organisation than any of the discussion did. It made me think, except now i forgot exactly where my thoughts were headed. Something about the little things being the defining ones, i believe. Or actually.. I think it was more like: although the lenten talks are a great way to outreach to people, a simple conversation might actually be more life-changing. Heck, it can be applied to a lot if you think hard enough.
Anyway, then i met yanica on the bus, and we both sat there, in our suits on the bus with nametags and a folder with the government seal on it. I have to say, we got more than a few looks x) Then we walked to the church bla bla, then the dance (which had to be repeated due to a sound malfunction) and a very nice evening (:

Skip to every other day of my week, which has so far been spent in the library, at lectures, or at the church. And about two hours at uni on wednesday. (where i got soaked beyond belief)

I always love Thursdays at the Lenten Talks. I got paint on my hand cause kai doesnt know how to paint without sending the stuff flying. Which reminds me, I can't wait to see the finished result of Mike's painting! I've seen the other stuff he's done during worship in the past, and even used them as my desktop thingy cause i like them so much x) He showed me his inspiration before the talk started, and it looks to be interesting. Sara's poem was so real.. I read it when she gave it to me, and I loved it. That reminds me.. I miss our biweekly trips to valletta! Which reminds me, the biblog experiment was quite cool (:
Anyhow, when Tutzi said this meeting is dedicated to showcasing the multitude of ways to worship (much like the summer thingy Sam, Bet and I gave last summer), I had no idea how right she was. I've always loved writing, it kind of evolved from a love of reading. Short stories, longer ones, poems, even songs at one point.. There's a lot that never gets written. And to be honest, it's been a while since I did anything. I have no idea why I stopped, cause I really enjoyed it. Anyway, as you might have guessed by now, provided with paper (the back of sara's poem) and I assumed Val would have a pencil (she did), I started writing. "See His Love" just put something in place and that was it. I don't think I'll post it here though. The point of the matter is that the freedom I felt during and after writing it was liberating. Cliche as it may be, i really did feel like i was floating. I felt less heavy and weighed down. It's extremely wierd, cause it wasn't some major work of literary excellence. In fact, it's quite rubbish by my own standards. But at the same time it expressed what I couldn't. (makes no sense, i know) Ok, I think i should sleep now xD Supercalifragilistic test tomorrow =/

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Of grace and thumbtacks

2009-03-22T23:09:00.002+01:00

I feel like murdering blogger. This is the second time in half an hour that I was almost finished with my post when it all vanished. I’m now writing on MS Word and I’ll paste it when I’m done.
On Friday there was the launch at Le Meridien, and it was superb (: It sounded better than the actual CD imho! Although, if I have to see the Lenten talks promo one more time I will have a nervous breakdown thirty years too soon. Gege (Paul’s brother) took some spectacular pics of the night, with his now-famous giant lens xD Here’s the fb album with about 18 of them (pics, not lenses):
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=84057&id=558131999&ref=mf
On Saturday we had rehearsals at 4, after which I went to Zoe’s house for a quick shower/change/general catch-up before mass. After mass we had the intercessiony-thingy for the Lenten talks. It was amazing in its simplicity... around fifty of us on the altar and one guitar. It made a real difference being only fifty people as opposed to about a hundred and fifty. There was a kind of intimacy and togetherness which is hard to experience when you’re so many. Thinking back, I think it was more to do with the focus than anything. I mean, the people there weren’t newbies (not that I have anything against them), these were the people actively involved in the talks and people who really had a heart for God and weren’t just feeling around. It felt to me like we were giving a private performance to God in His house, as a choir who adored him (: It was just... raw and real and even tangible in some odd way. I don’t really know if that makes any sense, but that’s what it felt like. Then we went to McDonalds (what’s new?) and I bought something I didn’t feel like eating, simply out of habit (which is very stupid). Sam ate it in the end, and in return he did card tricks designed solely to make a fool out of their audience (that is, me and/or matt naudi) Then I jumped tables for a while and ended up sitting under the Disney channel with the old people (a statement which they passionately deny). I can’t say the conversation was much more educated than the ones I had left...
Sunday *hums U2 song*: I woke up to brownies XD I sent out summer job applications to loadsa places, and then the joy of rehearsals. Ooh actually, in between I passed by Bonnie’s house and borrowed a suit from her xD. Anyway, rehearsals were fine, except I slipped doing the pirouette the first time we did the dance. That means there’s no way I’m dancing in shoes. Socks or barefoot please, dear choreographers :P. Two people told me that I dance more gracefully than they expected... I’ll have you know that I’m a dancer before I’m a clumsy loon :P Dancing is something I’ve loved doing since I started ballet at three, and clumsiness came about this year, when I stupidly decided to get floppy in balance (cue in all the times I tripped up the staircases at school, walked into things and bruised myself, and slipped down grassy banks) So yeah, I can be graceful if I want to be :P Then we helped set stuff up. In contrast to my previous assertion of balance and grace, I managed to drop (read: throw) a box of thumbtacks. Thankfully Bet and Pete helped me pick them up before anyone in socks stepped on them xD I also got new insight into my lack of restful sleep during a discussion while sitting on the benches.. I’m not sure how it relates, but the point is that being active is more restful than sleeping.
*this is really long xD*
So tomorrow I’m going to buy a black t-shirt to destroy tomorrow night, and probably shoes cause I have none to wear with a suit *yes, I only just realised* So if I do actually go to double maths tomorrow morning, I’ll probably be in a suit. (I really don’t want to go) The rest of my day is exempted by the principal, cause of the PAM thing, for which I was chosen because of my surname... perfect example of judging a book by its cover. These people never read Shakespeare’s Caesar (what’s in a name?). Then Zoe and I will leave early and rush back to the church to change and get stretched and prayed up for the dance (:
//end

Today!

2009-03-19T21:39:00.002+01:00

Hello peoples (:

..It's been such a long time since I blogged properly, that I've forgotten how to start. Well, anyhow, today was a funny day to say the least. I waited for an hour at the bus stop (for a bus that's supposed to pass every twenty minutes) and when i eventually got to the picnic, all i did was fall (: But I don't think I've ever enjoyed falling as much as i did today XD I mean, i fell into a split and slid down a hill on my back... I also got hit in the head by a rugby ball, and dragged down by a dog. And i rode a bike up and down, and carried mike stands and drum parts etc into cars. It was a good day XD

Then came dance rehearsals. We were about eleven people (out of 21) and then we found out there were "ezercizzji" at the church for another hour at least... So we danced on the bridge (: After all the resonance and natural frequency quips had been said, we prayed for a bit and started dancing. A few people crossed the bridge, but thankfully they all just smiled and kept on walking. I also changed my trousers in the staircase, with willy on guard at the top and zoe at the bottom, to make sure i didn't embarass myself more than necessary. I almost flew off the bridge at one point, but that's just me - if I don't injure myself doing something then I haven't done it properly (: Also, formal apology to zoe for nearly killing her when we finally got into the church and i got too into the dance XD

There was something else, but I can't remember what it was. I'll leave you with a song:

Gb! x

random..

2009-03-08T17:02:00.003+01:00

Ok so the alabaster and nano-materials thing didn't quite work out. It didn't make much sense when I thought about it some more.. To be honest, it made NO sense whatsoever.

I have no idea what I'm meant to be writing... I just feel bad for abandoning my blog after the promise of one XD And because i have nothing of note to say, I'll just paste part of my convo with simon (which he put on his own blog):
I have a new concept of originality btw
...that everyone is made up of parts of everyone elsebut the more itsy bitsy bits and the more overlapping, the more unique you are.
all about the combo
yeah...i guess...although the combination of these bits make up...a new sum...a new different person..
exactly
unlike any other...even though they could know the same people throughout their life
and if each person is a sum, the possibilities are endless
and yet...stand in a crowded hall...and look at each person...and you'll realize that each person...is basically another you...same thoughts, same feelings.
not necessarily. sometimes i wonder if anyone thinks like i do, thinks like you do, thinks like anyone else does
well ok...not like me and you, cause we're weird, but he basic thoughts...the same

and all the philosophy ended there XD

hello (:

2009-03-01T16:01:00.004+01:00

I have a really good idea for a blogpost, but I'm on my way out atm. This is just to let you know that I'm planning something with asbestos and nanomaterials =D (no, I'm not going to burn either of them)

I'll leave you with my new desktop background :

Optipess

2009-02-09T21:35:00.005+01:00

Since I'm driving myself crazy coming up with random things I'm going to blog. It's probably going to be my stream of consciousness, if i can keep up with it, and not likely to make sense. Sorry but I'm going to blog selfishly this time!

Some of the things I've recently thought of:

> I need to change my desktop background, it's annoying me.

> I need to get a life. This one deserves an explanation though. I know I have one. What I also know is that I'm convinced I'm not using it properly. To be entirely honest, I don't think any human knows how it's mean to be used, what the real meaning of having a life is. I think we all just coast or try to "live" as best we can, never knowing if it's the right thing that we're doing. Melodramatic, I know, but as you could have anticipated.. it goes on. That's where God comes into the picture. Or is visible from this perspective. That's a new thought too, I like it. Since we're all less than perfect, we can't achieve this whole "having a life" business, except through Him, and I solemnly believe it has a lot to do with living entirely and unselfishly for Him. Much as I think it's far beyond my capabilites, I'm not going to let that stop me trying.

> I over-analyze. Nothing new there, it's almost my job.

> I really needed to unleash that essay two bullets above. Makes a lot of sense to me now that it's written out, and I might just adopt it as my personal philosophy. Fits right in really, pessimistic yet stupidly reckless (in the terms of that pessimism) and still highly hopeful and optimistic.

> I think I just combined optimism and pessimism. That really shouldnt make any sense but I think it does. Maybe our definition of them isn't correct. Maybe they can coexist in a person, actually I'm pretty sure they can. If you're still reading, please dont misinterpret the forwardness of it all, as i said, Im making this bypass the sense department of my brain and sending it straight to my keyboard. I'm not even re-reading.

> Fallacy is subjective. We accuse people of being fake, but how can we know? When you see a picture of yourself you can tell if you're truly happy or if its just a fake smile, no matter how fooled everyone else is. Please don't think I'm depressed, I'm just putting this out there. No-one knows the inside, the passions, the reasons behind decisions, they can be concealed, edited or blocked out. As I learnt this morning, no matter how adept at blocking things you may be, they can find their way to the surface, and they always do. Admitting that was hard cause this characteristic annoys me in other people, but hey, who am i to be above the habit?

> I just understood something else, but since it affects other people slightly(/much) more than it does me, I won't divulge.

> I can't believe I was right.

> I never realised how much i liked to keep people guessing, if it isnt working then don't tell me, I don't feel like knowing.

> I'm influenced, and thats both exciting and scary in more ways than one. And I still can't be sure if it's a good or a bad thing.

> This won't change.

> I'm glad this hasn't. If it had, a lot would have been different and most definitely not as amazing.

> I think I'm snapping out and I'd rather I didn't.

> Can inside really be more fun than being on the outside? I'm not sure if that's just me, but somehow I don't think so.

> What's the opposite of being claustrophobic, and i dont mean being scared of open spaces, but rather a liking of closed spaces?

> This is too easy.

> I know it's something I've wanted since I was eight, but I lost it, got it back and managed to lose it again. Wish it would come back. Or has it and I haven't noticed? I should check that out. Or maybe this is a testament to it's presence, a slight nudge in the ribs reminding me it never left and telling me I hid it myself. Wouldn't put it past me, I have a habit of doing silly things.

> I want tea.. mmm (:

I had better be off. I have real things to do... like living for example....

The second Google verb meme (:

2009-01-26T17:49:00.003+01:00

I'm doing it again with achie, to celebrate the monster I unleashed onto the blogging world :P

Q. Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.

A. Achie needs to smile. [Mina's blog. Most others were misspelling of David "Archie" Archuleta]
A. Achie looks like he did yesterday, in full fox form. [So I'm a fox animagus. Nice]
A. Achie says Kenapa ga mungkin sih dia suka sama cowok laen? [not even joking. I have no idea what language that is!]
A. (My friend's) Achie wants to be called either Aniki, Oniisan or Hiroki. [Apparently im a type of penfriend. People were looking for achie's online. See how lucky you all are :P]
A. Achie does an elaborate impression of Maphisto.
A. Achie hates papparazzis. [Wouldn't be entirely untrue, except I have none tailing me :P]
A. Achie asks this of me a lot.
A. Achie likes it because of the ease in wearing it. [in reference to bandanas]
A. Rachel eats wasabi chunk. [achie didnt eat. Ever.]
A. Achie wears glasses. [o.0 stalker...]
A. Achie was arrested for stalking girls through xbox live. [I can assure you it wasn't me]
A. Achie loves to chew. [and also i love ross, cos some friends link came up]

That's all for now folks!

Google verb meme!

2009-01-25T14:36:00.004+01:00

A meme (rhymes with dream) is basically something passed around the internet that you tag people in for them to carry it on. This one started recently on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIIkrjaSnfY
and this is one of the tagged people:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCPmA0oUoFQ

The questions are:
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.

Here's what I found:
A. Rachel needs good thoughts [and bikinis too apparently]
A. Rachel looks like she was born with that hat on and a cigar in her hand.
A. Rachel says hi to me on video!
A. Rachel wants to place a parrot that has been taught to speak Maypure, a South American language last uttered hundreds of years ago.
A. Rachel does no wrong in my book. [yay x)]
A. Rachel hates eye drops. [true lol]
A. Rachel asks who defends gonzales?
A. Rachel likes kissing hayden christiansen [o.0 who is he even?]
A. Rachel eats Rome.
A. Rachel wears a rough looking rope around her wrist.
A. Rachel was arrested for singing a song about never forgetting the thousands who have died for democracy in Burma. [not even joking]
A. Rachel loves her nephew. [uhhh ok.]

I'm tagging:
Zoe
Maria Angela
Simon
Mina
Martine

Enjoy x)

24-7 prayer

2009-01-16T18:34:00.001+01:00

I found this:

A meditation on faith, written in a 24-7 Prayer Room in Guildford, England by Pete Greig, which explores many of our core values and the life-affirming theology at the heart of 24-7 prayer...

I’m standing at night in this subterranean place of prayer, and perhaps it’s the coffee, or the music, or the Spirit, but the darkness doesn’t seem too strong. I’m praying for miracles in the city where I live – for healings, and salvations, and justice, and revival, and all those usual Kingdom kind of things. But tonight, as I do so, I find myself suddenly startled - like a boy blinking at fireworks – bewildered by how many miracles there already are.
It occurs to me that here in my city today, doctors dispensed healing – can you imagine anything more wonderful? Neighbours did favours. Dog-walkers in the park silently admired the shape of trees. Jokes were told in nursing homes. Thousands and thousands of people prayed, or wished, or merely unwittingly wanted what God wanted for a moment or two.

Chances are that somewhere today a young man and a young woman began to fall in love (although they don’t yet know it). A teenager picked up trash she had not dropped. A single mother decided, just for once, to buy herself a slice of chocolate cake and to celebrate the moment in long, slow, mouthfuls of happiness. A painter-decorator stepped back from a wall he’d just painted the colour of claret, and maybe at that moment the sunlight broke through the window, and he saw that it was a good piece of work. A man resisted the temptation to click the link he wouldn’t want his wife to see. Maybe he failed yesterday. Maybe he’ll click it tomorrow. But today he overcame. In the hospital perhaps a surgeon pinned a broken arm with immaculate skill. Delicious food was prepared and cooked and served in thousands of homes joyously. A pastor’s words, so carefully crafted, brought a little comfort to grieving relatives. People cried, but a check-out girl smiled at a lonely old lady. People died of course, but babies were also born. From time to time today, I was born too. We all were. A million, minor miracles.
We do not pray ex nihilo. We pray for more of whatever it is we see. Nothing comes from nothing – certainly not faith like this. Tonight I’m blessing the evidence of miracles; the pre-existing goodness, the presence of Christ in these streets, these surgeries, these schools, these art galleries, these pubs, these homes, these wards. Witnessing so many minor miracles I applaud the world. If all of this is happening all around me, what might not happen next?

And so I stand here now in this subterranean place of prayer and it seems self-evident that there is more light in the night than darkness in the day. There is goodness breaking through, everywhere I look. And I’m praying for miracles tonight with greater faith than frustration for once. I can see creation rising like the moon above the Fall. Ultimately, almost inevitably, benevolence wins the day quietly.
I’m climbing the stairs to my car now, stepping out of the prayer room into the darkness. I’m driving home past houses and perhaps it’s the music on the stereo, or the coffee, or the Spirit, but the city seems to me to have become the place of prayer.

http://www.24-7prayer.com/content/953

Oh, for the Love of God (:

2009-01-04T11:25:00.007+01:00

Hello again (:

Yesterday while we were all singing "Majesty" the line Empty-handed but alive in Your hands gave me an image of me being a young girl in torn, cold clothes in the throne-room of a palace. Feeling shy and out of place, and not daring to lift my head up. As a detached view, you could see the King sitting on a throne atop seven steps just smiling warmly, head slightly tilted with a ray of coloured sunlight passing through one of the many stained glass windows onto his shoulders. (Elaboration and detail is fun. Get used to it :P) Then he gets up off his throne lowers himself to my level, walks over, lifts my head and says "you're home". Then gives me a huge hug (:

Next thing you know, I'm suddenly in this giant palacial (like a palace) bedroom, with a four-poster bed, a fireplace, a window seat and a magnificent view of the land. I'm a little older and dressed in a soft and elegant dress that's as comfortable as pajamas. I'm in the warm light of the sun, just a meter or so away from the window, and dancing as freely and as joyously as a bird who's just learnt to fly. Rejoicing in the warmth of the sun, in my carer, who's given me everything I could need and more. When I had nothing, when i was cold, when I was alone and tired, he gave me a palace, a warm bed, new clothes, company and food. Seeing as, unlike in most films, my door didn't creek, I didn't notice he had come in. Like all those months ago, he was smiling at me as I showed my inner self. And when I noticed him in the doorway, I didn't stop. I smiled and kept going, for the need to praise was too great. When he joined in, there was nothing anyone could do to stop us.

No preddy pictures :'(

2009-01-01T21:20:00.003+01:00

I figured it wouldn't be such a good idea to have an empty blog for much longer. Therefore this post will probably be rubbish =D I guess you can say that lately most of what I've been doing is thinking. Not anything spectacular, just the usual stuff. And I had a few ideas for blogs too, but didn't do anything about it (sry)... After spending an hour looking for the pic that was "juuuust right" online (to no success) I got frustrated and gave up on that one. But I guess I'll just write the story down without the preddy pictures :(

So, back at slum survivor (long time, i know) I was thinking about how broken i felt, and how unworthy of receiving Him i was. That thought led me to food (I had eaten nothing for 13 hours, so it's understandable), and how when you make some fancy dish or a good proper meal, you don't use cheap, dirty, chipped and cracked plates. You use clean plates, shiny, elegant plates that complement what you're serving. I think you know where I'm going with this. WE are those foul, dirty plates that seem to downgrade the most splendid banquet. It looks quite out of place too.. try picture fancy gourmet food (which you usually see on big white plates) on a small broken piece of carved wood. Same goes for the wine, obviously.

*i apologise if you didn't get any of that, I'm quite tired and a bit unwell but i felt bad for my blog XD.*

I'll leave some things I learnt in Switzerland for another post. Nighty night!

Of hair and such

2008-11-09T22:25:00.004+01:00

It might just turn out to be a long one, and I do realise I'm not as good at entertaining you when they're long, but I have a lot to say, and it has to come out one way or another..

Firstly, go read bet's latest blog. My sentiments are echoed.

Secondly, as i said before, on friday I had a little adventure on the bus. Now, you have to understand I have these rlly odd routines I go through on the bus, which i won't go into, but one of them is sort of like meditating on things i've recently learnt and applying them to God. In fact, I get a billion and one blog ideas on the bus, but once i get home an hour later (bus rides generally take me that long) blogging is the last thing i feel like doing and i subsequently forget the idea i had. Anyhow, the bus was quite empty for a half-four trip, and I had the only seat with no1 sitting next to me. Anyway, I pretended that Jesus was sitting next to me, and I was thinking about the song "I would die for you" by MercyMe, wondering if i really was prepared to die for Jesus, and what death itself really meant and lotsa stuff like that. Then at the next stop and old man came up and obviously sat on the only available seat. At first i was like "uff. he squashed Jesus" and then, here's the funny part, i literally got a whack to the head! My headband and glasses had overlapped, and at that second my glasses snapped back to my head, giving me the feeling I got flicked. It occurred to me that since Jesus is in all of us etc, and "what you do unto the least of my brethren you do unto me" this guy was a living representation of Jesus. So, if I was prepared to die for Jesus, shouldn't I be prepared to die for this old man too? I kinda pushed myself with thinking about these things and I think you should too.
Next, on Saturday at Y4J when we were thanking God for things, I felt like i was sitting on God's lap, and He was showing me all the people thanking Him and giving Him praise. I even felt that there were people in South America and Asia doing the same thing (yes, it was slightly unusual). Insomma, I was in total awe of God's majesty, and amazingly proud (wasn't quite proud but I don't know a better word for the feeling) of being His daughter, and being loved by Him etc. Just as I was trying to figure out how to express this so-far undescribed feeling, even as a thought in my head, the band started playing The Highest and The Greatest by Tim Hughes, and I was like That's what I'm trying to say! It was the first in a string of perfectly timed songs and thoughts XD (which included a passage on fire at the same second that fire fall down started)

vs.

I also realised how I relate my hair to my attitude. It's quite odd rly, but I noticed that I'm more outgoing when I decide to cut my hair and more reserved when I let it grow. Right now I'm not sure what I want to do with it...

Bus Adventure.. coming soon

2008-11-08T17:36:00.000+01:00

I have a great idea. Another bus adventure coming tomorrow (:

Us needy people.

2008-10-16T18:35:00.003+02:00

Firstly, I'm very glad to have found someone else who lives in Mellieha (: On my side of the valley even! And she goes to JC, and many of you know her. *mock frustration* WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME GIANELLA LIVES A HANDFUL OF STREETS AWAY?! WHY? WHY? WHY? moving on.

As i was walking home from the bus stop (her dad was coming for her & I felt like walking) I was listening to my iPod, and Surely We Can Change by David Crowder Band came on. I suggest listening to it and really contemplating the lyrics. The simplicity of the song make them stand out amazingly well and strongly. There's more to it that what I'm about to mention. There's this lyric that really made me think:

When all the Love in the world is right here among us

And i was thinking along the lines of how we often say, "i need love!" or "love me" or want to feel like we're needed and loved, and almost want proof of it through physical mediums (which, might I add, don't prove much. Depends on the person you're getting it from. But I won't go into that right now). Anyway, in reality we have all the love in the world, standing next to us 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Or, always and forever, if you think time is a human invention (somehow I'm starting to see that theory as less and less ridiculous [doesn't mean i don't think it's necessary]). Sommies, we just feel like we're "unloved" or whatever, when hello, the proof is in the cross. You know, that thing we carry around our necks, the thing we use to show our identity, the thing we hide behind when we fail, that thing that shows other christians "look, I'm one of you. Let's stick together". That thing, that bore all our shame, that thing that caused one innocent, pure, shameless person, three hours of agony. That thing that carried a condemned man, broken and bruised for our sakes. That thing that has so much to say; such symbolism in so many ways. The thing that held that undeserving, holy Teacher up - not by nails - but by the need for us to be freed, for us to become clean, for us to have a chance of seeing God face to face one day. Seriously guys, to pretend we're unloved when we have that is insanity.

Surely we can change?

Yes, it's the third one today

2008-10-15T20:02:00.002+02:00

first of all, you should all know that this is nothing personal.

However, I have to say that it can be annoying when people keep begging me to blog again, cos I haven't in a while or whatever the reason may be. More annoying is when I'm then told they haven't made a reader think, "like they used to" or they declined in number. Most offensive is being told I haven't even tried to blog properly.

I realise that the fact you're asking for a blog is cos you like them, but you get what you ask for, and if it doesn't please you, don't ask for it.

Because quite frankly, I can't just think of a mentally stimulating subject that I'm willing to talk about in a second (overnight). Neither can i find something you're all going to like, and I'm going to enjoy blabbing about, every few days.

I'd say there are too many variables in a person's life to have such a consistency in these things. Maybe I have less to say? maybe I'm less stimulated? maybe I'm not as comfortable with blogging as I used to be? maybe what I think about at this time is too personal for a blog? And maybe even, pressure takes the fun out of blogging completely. I sometimes do get ideas, but if I know it's not "worth the wait" I've put you through to get to it, or I think only a select few will understand or enjoy it, I leave it.

In conclusion, your pesterings for a blog from this day forward will be ignored. I'll post when I feel i have something relevant to say, and hopefully the standard will begin to rise again. Maybe the frequency too. (:

I am a Christian

2008-10-15T19:13:00.000+02:00

I am a Christian

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I 'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow!

By Carol Wimmer

Unworthy blog

2008-10-15T16:14:00.004+02:00

Hello :)

I've discovered a very fun pastime, especially if you go to Junior College, or are constantly surrounded by people of all kinds.. Find look-alikes! I've so far found a split image of Prince Caspian, a slightly less good looking version of Orlando Bloom, a literal Demi Lovato, my systems teacher looks like a mole (the furry ones that live underground), my maths lecturer looks like Russell Brand without the hair and much of the humour, and another one i can't remember right now XD.

Also, I can tie my hair up into two bunches xD I found this out like half an hour ago, and I'm very amused :D

Back to the look-alike business. Sort of. I was watching Pride and Prejudice yesterday and I found two character-alikes XD Mr.Collins, and Georgiana Darcy. I don't want to offend so I won't mention names, just know that films count as places to find similarities xD. *Wishes she found a Darcy-alike too :P*

I was looking at blogs just now, and on ben's I saw this video:

And it made me think (as I'm sure it was intended to do). And I think I'll leave it to you to re-think :P

One word of advice: If you don't like homework don't take maths Alevel :)

Which brings me back down "to land" with a goodbye, blessings, and hugs!

Coming soon..

2008-10-12T23:22:00.001+02:00

I've been told to blog a few times, and I think i've finally got something to talk about, but not the time.. so you'll have to wait a few days! Sry!
GB x

Obama Llama Duck

2008-09-30T14:18:00.001+02:00

For fear of being attacked: A blog.

2008-09-29T20:23:00.003+02:00

Round 2.

I just deleted what I wrote cos I didn't like it, and quite frankly, my rare blogs have to be good (imho) or not posted. So, we start again, I think a list might stop me from rambling. I realised I ramble a lot..

1. Go read Matthew Borg's blog : it's funny and accurate

2. Go check out ThistleAndBramble : Christian guy on YouTube that does covers (incl. hymns and non christian stuff) and, to use Sara's words, he's a looker :P

3. Found two new songs to like, thanks to the above:

Be Thou My Vision

Praise And Adore (Some Live Without It)

4. I forgot xD

I spent some much needed time with kai today. But as per usual, she's sick :P I always say she gets

sick enough for the both of us put together xD. And last night I barely slept, I spent most of the

night trying to get Elaine to tell me something we both knew, to no avail.. so we ended up laughing,

singing songs I didn't think I even knew, and talking about sheets and cockroaches. We also realised

that we're always the last left up, laughing and joking xD everyone else is boring and sleeps at

night! How could you?! :P

Umm.. I had some adventures this weekend too! Unfortunately I was alone, so no inside jokes came

of them, but it was funny anyway xD. I also realised the adventures of achie occur when travelling.

On the bus, walking... can't wait till Christmas - viva la snowboarding adventures! xD. Last time, it

included nearly falling off a mountain, slipping into soft snow and almost getting buried, and getting

one foot stuck in a hole in the ground :D And being woken up every morning by five cousins sitting

on top of me... yay :P

Since my last blog, I've finished my room. And now I'm wondering if I'm going to stick anything up

again.. I'm thinking maybe some photos of friends, but I don't think I want to ruin the walls yet...

Taking that blue tac off was horrendously time-consuming. And it looked juvenile. Thoughts?

Also, since my last blog, my hair has gone back to brown (note: not black) and is long enough to be

pushed back by a hairband. Not sure where it's going to go from there, but hey, do I ever? xD

Very dull blog.. hmm...

Oh yes! This summer was definitely the best summer. I was doubting it at the beginning. I thought:

what's going to make this any more than an ordinary summer? Quite frankly, it wasn't the fact that

I had four months of it. Sure it helped, but its annoying after a while (trust me). What made it so,

was the fact that cliche as it may be, and as awkward to admit as it is, I spent it in the company of

the people who are *looks for the least cheesy word to say..* close? dear? *screw it* the people I

love. And I made friends with quite a few more, whom I have also grown to care about (: Actually,

I'm convinced it's a record amount of newbies to the list in one summer xD. Wait a minute, year.

*stunned moment of realisation* Dude.. is it me or is the book opening?

The Maybe That Became A Yes.

2008-09-04T23:06:00.006+02:00

Okay, so one person will understand the title xD muhahahah

Anyhow xD I was on the way home after Dr.Juice (aka Mr.Smoothie) and this song was playing on my (shuffled) iPod playlist thingymawob.

So anyhow. I hadn't heard it in a while, and had sort of forgotten about it, so it was almost as if i heard it for the first time again, this time knowing the lyrics. [Right, so maybe I'm not very good at comparisons] So I was paying a real load of attention to the lyrics, and I realised how much they applied to me. Totally cliche, I know, but I tried to be original by not saying "struck me" :P.

Point being, despite my supposed ability to speak English, I'm amazingly often stuck for the words I need to express myself or to make an idea make sense (like right now, for example, I'm convinced what I just said does not portray what I actually mean to tell you).

[wiki def: Eloquence (from Latin eloquentia) is fluent, elegant or persuasive speaking in public. It is primarily the power of expressing strong emotions in striking and appropriate language, thereby producing conviction or persuasion. The term is also used for writing in a fluent style. ]

And in the song, the first line is:

I'm as eloquent as an elephant

Which sort of makes sense XD. I also have this habit of doing exactly what I'm told not to do. Let's take a random hypothetical exmple. Say, I'm getting dressed, and I can't decide between two pairs of shoes. No, shoes don't really make sense here. Two tops then. So, I can't decide between tops, so I call my mum and ask her which she would prefer. Let's say she tells me "the purple one, because the red one blablabla" so I say ok, as you do, and tell her thanks and she goes back to living her life. Meanwhile, I'm still in my room wondering which top to wear, and finally decide after calling in my sister and her telling me "the purple one, because the red one wooshawooshawoosha". I leave the house in the red one. I'm really headstrong. If I really want to do something, it'd take a lot of convincing to get me not to. [the argument i take most seriously is extreme safety risk. if its a small one, all the more exciting (; ]

[wiki def: Headstrong: Determined to do as one pleases, and not as others want]

The second and third lines:

I'm as headstrong as the Mighty King Kong

On a rampage throwing air planes

Then, and here is the best part, the next line is what is so great about the song:

I can't believe You haven't gone away

Jesus is not fazed by the fact that I'm headstrong, disobedient and inexpressive. It's not what he cares about at all. What he sees in our hearts is the potential to change. He sees the love we are capable of giving, the future we are capable of having, and the things we are yet to discover that we can use to do His work.

On to the second paragraph xP [you're gna sleeeeep ladadidada xP]

I am difficult, argumentative

So yeah, obviously that's something you have to see for yourself, I can't tell you you're either of those. I, myself, am both xD. I can be very difficult if I'm having a bad day, or I'm in a bad/funny/weird mood. I do my best to be nice, but I do slip, often, and my cover just tears and you can see I'm not alright. And I don't think I need to tell you I'm argumentative :P

I'm as thick skulled as the dinosaur bones

on a display in a glass case

I can't say I know anyone who doesn't have moments when they take an age to understand something, and I'm pretty sure we all sometimes pretend to understand so as not to look stupid. The so-called blondes of our cliques are the bravest in my opinion, they're not shy to admit they can't understand. Like the chinese saying: He who asks is a fool for five minutes, he who doesn't is a fool for a lifetime.

[Webster's def: Having a thick skull; hence, dull; heavy; stupid; slow to learn.]

And again, that line:

I can't believe you haven't run away.

[[this is beginning to feel like a literature essay]]

chorus:

It must be different through your eyes
Because you look at me like it's the first time
That you've ever seen my face

As I said before when explaining "you haven;t gone away"; and the reference to seeing my face.. in the sense that being a new acquaintance, he wouldn't know of your faults and your quirks, and therefore not know of a reason why not to love you and to "be your friend". But, he knows us better than we know ourselves, and yet he is as open and as willing to love us as he ever was, and ever will be.

I'm preoccupied with a crowded mind

I get off track like a train rolling back to the future

Never too sure who'll be here when I come back around

But I'm finding out

[chorus]

How many times have you been in a conversation or talking with someone, when you lose touch with the present and get lost in your head without realising? Then ask the person to "repeat the last bit"? Don't you feel bad you didn't give them your full attention when they deserved it and apologise for it? Now imagine, God deserves our time and our focus a bazillion times more than any human. So can you imagine how much ruder it is when directed at him? That whilst praying for example, we go off track and lose ourselves in thoughts and problems and whatnot. These things alienate us from those around us, hence "never too sure who'll be here when I come back around". Alienation by offence or even because a relationship is basically built on communication, so when you lose that or its effectiveness drops considerably, the friendship is going to weaken or disintegrate. "But I'm finding out.. that it must be different through Your eyes"... But it's different with Jesus. When we come back around after ignoring our Sovereign King, he isn't going to send us to the dungeons for offending him or chopping our heads off for disrespecting Him. It's different with Him. He's as open and as loving as he always was, and always will be.

So there you have it. A nice long blog that should last you a while. (: And it took me a long time too :P

Much love x

Anatomy of Worship 1.

2008-08-01T18:55:00.002+02:00

The first was done yday, and the second today :)

1.
2.clikkie on the piccie to make it biggie (:

The elusive one

2008-08-01T00:44:00.002+02:00

Hey Beck and Maria Angela :)

And all you other readers ;)

I promised a blog, so a blog you're getting. It's twenty to one, and my sis is shooing me out of the room, but having a distinct lack of internet facilities in my room, due to crappy wifi, I can't shoo. Or won't shoo. Either way, I'm not moving xD.

So, today before the workshop I decided to paint my idea of thankfulness, which was basically being thankful for God being personal and relational, and available to talk to at any time we wish. I'll scan the pic tomorrow :) And anyway, in the half hour we spent worshipping together, I wrote down my thoughts and a few bible verses, as I often do, and ended up first writing a few lines, then a separate paragraph, then a short poem. All different yet the same. The same thoughts said much differently etc. And then I sketched ideas for a series to join my initial painting. It includes a head, hands, feet and I'm thinking of a stomach. I decided to call them the Anatomy of Worship :) Very cheesy. Very up-in-the-air, cos I might not get round to producing anything. But I'll try aye xD

These past few days taught me how amazing God's creation is. Seeing the sunrise in Comino, rising from the horizon, all bright and pink, like a blazing ball of highlighter ink. And I also saw the moon. The moon was whole and round, with the bottom section reflecting the sunlight. It no longer looked simply like a crest, but I sort of saw it for what it really is. That was really inspiring. It reminded me of all those stone carvings by ancient civilisations, which I thought were odd for having drawn the moon as a circle with a crest, but comino was devoid of light pollution, so, as I said, it was inspiring. I guess it reminded me of the simplicity I love. I was getting too complicated, and over thinking and what-not, but seeing all that natural beauty the way it was intended to be showed me how beautiful we all are, how beautifully God created us. Just the basics, just the real us, just the truth. Who-ever you are, what-ever you've done, however much you think you screwed up, God really loves you. Yes, its cliche. But its true. You are beautiful, inside and out. The only thing that could tarnish your innate beauty is not being true to self and true to God. So be real, be you, be who God wants you to be. Love with your open heart, love anyone and everyone. It's a daunting task, obviously. But slowly, I'm learning to do so. I can honestly say I love more people right now than I ever have before. To be frank, I want the same to be said tomorrow. I want to love more people tomorrow. Wouldn't it be cool to love everyone? I think it would :)

Anyhow, I spent an hour writing and re-writing that, still unconvinced of its legibility and/or understandability. So there you have it. A blogpost. Long and winding, yet meaningful to me at least :)

Love and hugs x

TheBigMove

2008-07-13T20:35:00.001+02:00

*temporary move to LiveJournal*

I'll talk to you soon - when I have something real to say and not just a blog for the sake of one :)

LiveJournal

2008-07-13T01:59:00.002+02:00

Achers thinks LiveJournal is a very big load better than Blogger.

Oh the stress!

2008-07-11T13:40:00.002+02:00

And I dont mean results! Results are fine, nothing spectacular but no resists either. The dilemma now is what I'm going to take and where I'm going to go.. Do I follow my 1s? Do I take what I like? Do I spend the next two weeks researching all jobs available to mankind? AAAAAAAH!!

and even though I knew this sort of thing would happen, i didnt think it would be so confusing! Anyway, rant over, im off

Gb ach x

Of Babies and Thoughts

2008-06-29T23:38:00.003+02:00

Hello people :)

I'm in somewhat of a long winded mood so I hope that this will actually be a long post for once xD

First things first, I found my camera :D Turns out it was in plain sight, which just goes to show how I can never see what's right in my face xD anyway moving on.

On the way home from Pete's (fabulous) party *lols at fabulous* I was listening to my iPod and praying, and I said "thanks for such a brilliant day - it wasn't perfect, but it was brilliant none the less". And it got me thinking. As individuals none of us are perfect, I myself am far from it. But God thinks we're brilliant anyway :). Just how my day had it's ups and downs, it was a learning and insightful experience, as well as extremely enjoyable... and thats how we are, we've all got our faults, but through it all the positive outweighs the negative, and God is always pleased with any little achievement or personal accomplishment... After all, they make us better people and therefore even more positive ;).

And about two songs later, this song came up: I really hope you'll watch it, I found it hilarious xD. Granted its from veggie tales, but its insane xD

Anyhow,

welcome back from Rome, Paul... you should write a letter to all the Romans you met :P Especially the ones at the church you founded there xP *really stupid yet entirely necessary Paul/Romans joke* And happy birthday Louis and Pete! *suddenly realises why Peter is called Peter, feels very slow*

...moving on... the wireless internet seems to despise my room, so I'm currently sitting in a very hot kitchen in order to type all this. I don't like hot rooms.

Anyways, tomorrow is a busy day (why are Mondays the busiest days!?) First creche with Zoe and Bet, then Agenda to pick up some books for Zoe, then a bus to my house where Zoe and Bet will Wii while I make a salad for the BBQ then beach :D Hopefully it will all go to plan, which i still sort of doubt seeing as nothing ever does, despite the best wishes *NFpun* of all those involved.

Sometimes I feel like such a loser having all these inside jokes with no-one to share them with xD even though I think Zoe will understand... not sure. Anyway this room just seems to be getting hotter -.- Either that or I'm fed up of writing and want to sleep, so I'm feeding you lies and half-truths. You'll never know :P (or I could just tell you its a bit of both, but that would be spoiling the fun wouldn't it?)

Hmm.. this really doesn't flow much does it? In my defense its stream-of-consciousness, but I don't think my stream runs parallel to many others, so I hope it makes some sense to you at least.

Ok, so right now I'm discussing the characters of the babies at the creche with paul, and I mentioned how they have favourites between themselves and how some know all the other's names but dnt tell you their own etc.. it's quite intriguing. Especially since I didn't realise three year old children were capable of having a crush! Which I have now seen them perfectly capable of doing. (fyi - wendy likes jayden and kim likes lucas) Guys, if you feel like giving something to the kids, I'd suggest a Winnie the Pooh ball.. they all fought over it last time, even though they had about four other balls available..

Ok now I'm fed up of blogging xD

bye *wave*

Uhm... sorry?

2008-06-23T00:38:00.006+02:00

Hello :) Long time no post xD

I'm kind of boring at the moment, so I didn't have much to say anyway! But now I do. At half past midnight.

Firstly, a welcome to all new bloggers xD. (Betty, Chanelle, Max, Lilly and others)

And for the content of this post. On the forum *debz* linked to a site of this guy called Sam Clear who was walking around the world to pray for Christian unity. Everyday at 4:01 pm/am its unity prayer-time. And anyway, he has a blog, in which he posts updates every week. I must admit they're long, and if you're an english freak you'll notice some spelling mistakes, but anyway, the point is they're really insightful and intriguing. To be honest I spent over an hour today reading the latest posts, and thanks to illy, the people who have joined the prayer chain this week was the average multiplied by ten - fifty. In fact he mentioned it in yesterday's update:

"'ve noticed that the number of people signed up to pray at 4:01 has jumped by over 50 this week (compared to the normal 5 ot 6 a week) so for whatever reason this is, thankyou to whoever may have had a hand in spreading the invitation!"

So anyway, just check it out. It speaks very much for itself.

http://walk4one.blogspot.com/

Tomorrow is hectic. Tomorrow is very hectic. So much so, I'm considering sleeping within the next fifteen minutes. I don't feel like I should describe my plans here, cos we all know last minute changes are commonplace with these things. Extension of a particular activity, the cancellation of another due to tiredness or too much fun doing something else, inconvenience, postponing etc. Just know I have my plate full xD.

And now I'm off :)

Blessings, hugs and waves!

SomeRamblings

2008-06-08T18:13:00.005+02:00

hey people

I haven't blogged in ages, and yet I have no excuse. This last week was pretty tough, but I've understood some things, and got confused about others. But hey, that's life - a constant learning process that confuses and explains. **warning** Christian beginning, not-so-God-related ending, for all those who would rather not read my Christian ramblings.

I've been listening to this song a lot recently :

My fave lines are most definitely "the minor fall and the major lift" "the baffled king composing Hallelujah" "It's not a cry you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah". They're just so striking. The first gives hope, that for every stumble, you're lifted up higher than where you were before. The second is also hopeful cos it points out that some of the world's greatest hymns, which came from psalms, were written by an upset or hurt king (King David). The third seems to acknowledge the fact that the truest "hallelujahs" aren't said when things are going well, but rather, when through it all you still worship God when you're going through tough times and you say it with an audience of One.

this pic is really cool, I saw it on a vid maria angela made, so I asked her for it and she willingly obliged :) I made it big so you can read it for yourself. I find it really captivates a feeling so hard to describe. It explains all that you feel when in the presence of Jesus. 'Tis awesome :)

On another, less intelligent note, people are bugging me XD. I feel like being a loner, or "a loner in company" as lola says.

To be a loner, you mustn't simply be alone. You have to stay alone when there are people around, cos otherwise you're alone not a loner... u understand? *realises rhetorical questions really don't work when typing a blog but anyway* Right now I'm alone xD but I feel like being a loner XD

And quite contradicting is the fact that I met someone who is really sweet and totally awesome in the past two weeks.. she goes by the name of Lilly :P and she catches buses with me, which is how I got to know her, being randomly on the same bus as her, going to the same place at the same time.... and having someone you know on a bus ride that lasts an hour is good, even if you only have a vague acquaintance with them xD so... yeah

Is anyone else feeling cold? I'm here sitting on my bed in my "miracle maker" hoodie from s.s. and black tracksuit bottoms xD

..moving on.. thank ye twins for yesterday, twas very enjoyable :) . *Thinks randomly of Jane Austen-related things, cos I'm that much of an obsessive reader* I'm reading Mansfield Park at the moment. I still prefer Pride and Prejudice, but I must admit, this comes a close second, which is why I'm reading it again too.

:O:O:O:O My grandparents just gave me 100 Euros for Soul Survivor!!

And now i go eat =)

I still believe

2008-06-01T23:54:00.003+02:00

the lyrics r in the vid :)

I still believe - Jeremy Camp

2008-05-27T11:12:00.003+02:00

Right. So, at the doc yday I was told that apparently my thyroid gland is swollen and a bit out of place. And I'm being referred to a specialist for that n my headaches. (at six today... aaaaah!)

And that's about it for now!

ttyl xx

Quick update

2008-05-26T17:44:00.003+02:00

Hey guys

I'm pretty relieved we only have Animal Farm left. I like literature, it just sticks in my brain :).

Quick wave to Amy, who's very pretty and very talented and i love her to bits *squish*

I've had quite a busy weekend, which i didn't really mind. Now this week is gna be hectic!! Plus a visit to the doctor this afternoon (i was going to go earlier, but plans changed). And then I'll update u on that. Ah.... I dyed my hair, but you can't see it till I meet u :P

Congrats Ben!

This blog is going to be kind of random, cos I'm doing loads of things at one go so the fluidity of writing is entirely lost.

My fingers on my left hand are hurting me XD I've been practicing guitar again, and since i haven't in ages, my fingers r sore all over again! Moving on.. That above is my fave pic at the moment :) It was taken in Valletta at watsitcalled... hmmm.. someone tell me what it's called.

My grandparents are coming on Sunday!! I haven't seen them since last June so yay! And I've been emailing a cousin in America recently who I also haven't seen since then. So I'm enjoying that too at the moment.

Happy Birthday Kai, Maria Angela and Fran! Sorry I can't spend Sunday with you guys, but there's always Saturday evening!!

And to end with a random slogan:

True friendship isn't being inseperable. It's being separated and nothing changes.

Funnyness XD

2008-05-22T20:49:00.002+02:00

haha, I was just linked to a blogspot saying this:

"Paul Gatt, one of the two sons of Austn Gat, the minister holding the portfolio for Communications and National Projects, is expected to be nominated as Governor of Smart City, a campus sized collection of buildings that is being constructed in Malta’s otherwise derelict south. The other son of Austn Gat, Gege, is also a lawyer and also one of the owners and directors of Icon Studios. Icon Studios has also made great contributions to the development of ICT in Malta, in part through its exalted and exclusive access to the policy makers and government contracts."

I found it really amusing, and I was convinced Paul wrote it as a prank for about ten minutes xP. But apparently not. I won't give the link, cos I was tempted to comment which I've been forbidden to do, so I won't tempt u :)

Anyhow, Environmental today was pretty good, the social essays were best in my opinion - I got to put my opinion in it which is always fun xD. Tomorrow I'm meeting Edwin (aka Sara :P) to do some studying and compare notes *mine are rubbish* for Religion on Saturday.

Bonsoir Julie, Ik hou van jou *gros bisous*

God bless =)

View_Poll

2008-05-14T20:41:00.003+02:00

Hey guys,

I was just praying about five minutes ago... I'm so stressed I just picked up my guitar and started trying to teach myself a new song. For me to do that is pretty much something.

Anyway and I was praying I kept thinking how I really don't like chemistry anymore. Its a subject that I find interesting in the sense of general knowledge rather than a love of the topics, as is bio. So it occurred to me that maybe something medical isn't really up my street, and so I'm back to square one... which brings me to this post.

As I was still in prayer, just basically talking to God about how things had changed etc, I somehow thought of asking you lot in the form of comments. I realise that not many people read this, which in a way is good, cos I guess you're the ones that know me better... So what can you see me doing?

View_Blog

2008-05-13T21:26:00.003+02:00

Star inspored me to blog (yes inspOred) :P. It's just a quickie for now and very random, as the following will testify, I'm literally putting what I think to a bullet:

3 O's down and another 7 to go
Chemistry on Thursday...
Summer's going to be nuts
Emails rock
Imo quirkyjordi is among the top youtubers and her in my lifetime vid needs to be featured
Tictacs ftw :)
I might have Drea-itis
outofthisgalaxy girls rock... we're made of nebulae and awesome. and we're not of this world.
I miss writing letters to people every week but don't have the time to start again
Happy Birthday Jeanelle, Brooks and Stephen
YT is fun
Facebook is getting dull
I have more points than u
Does Ben Cantelon get awesomer every time you listen to him?
The simplest things are the prettiest
Why can't things stay simple? Must it be a continual effort to bring life back to the basics?
TWLOHA
I'm stressed
Kristu Re girls... how many months has it been? Aren't Cara and I meant to be "giving birth" soon?
I'm going to have a surprise for almost all of you on Saturday :)

DFTBA,

kthxbi

All Because of O Levels sigh

2008-05-08T17:24:00.001+02:00

a little video, with pics, clips, stupidity and paintings :)