My friends just called, from Slovakia. They were worried that I died of boredom (well, that would be a possibility)......how sweet of them.
The only thing I'm worried about at the moment is not spending any more money on Sales. Everything is on sale, and like a normal woman, I suddenly felt the need to buy just about everything. So my motto at the moment is, DON'T HAVE THE MONEY, DON'T NEED ANYMORE CLOTHES....well, I always need another pair of Jeans though :)
I still miss my friends like hell, of course.
But the strong "missing" feeling I feel for "MAYBE" SPECIAL SOMEONE amazes me. Just wondering, is he missing me too?
Boxing Day, those two words have been bothering me for weeks.
I go to the theatre, watch a few trailers, and there it was...."OPEN ON BOXING DAY".
It on TV, almost every commercial, "OPEN AT 9AM ON BOXING DAY".
What exactly is it?
Here's a helpful explanation I found on the internet......for those of you that might feel just as confused as I am (or maybe it's just me).
History and Meaning of Boxing Day
What is Boxing Day?
Boxing Day is a day the higher classes gave gifts to the lower classes. Before or on December 25th people of similar class would exchange gifts to celebrate the Christmas season. Gifts were not exchanged with the lower class until the next day called Boxing Day. It is also known as St. Stephen’s Day.
Why is the holiday named Boxing Day?
The holiday is named Boxing Day because the tradition of giving gifts of cash, food, clothing and other goods to the less fortunate were placed into boxes for easier transportation. The goods were distributed based on the family needs and their services to the giver.
Who celebrates Boxing Day?
Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Britain, and other Commonwealth Countries celebrate Boxing Day on December 26th.
Just got home, walked into my room, turned on the lights when.........the lights blinked a few times...then went dead. The room was dark as hell (well, maybe not exactly hell). I cursed...naturally.
Then I ran to the main reception to report it and 15 minutes later, the light was back on and the maintenance guy was nice enough to leave me with a spare bulb as a Christmas Present...., bless him.
So, I reported to my Dad (via text message) about the purchase I just made because I felt a lil guilty about it, and went online to check my mail and to do yet another piece of assignment. And there it was, an email from someone out there, someone that had the ability to open up my heart for the very first time, my childhood crush.
I was (still am) giddy about the idea that he actually emailed me, thanked me for the postcard, apologizing for not being able to email me sooner and promising that we would get in touch after Christmas. He even told me to say hello to my parents. How cool is that?
Guess that's another Christmas Present I got, huh?
16 more days of loneliness until my close friends are back from their hometown while I'm stuck here, (almost) all alone in good old England.
Sure, it was a decision I made, to stay behind and not fly to Germany for Christmas because of the huge load of assignments that are due in early January (and the idea of crashing on my sister's couch while she & her boyfriend are sleeping in the next room isn't really my idea of relaxing), but still, in between assignments, you really just wanna hang out, relax and chat about the silly things that happened that particular day. I especially miss my dear Pal.
All my friends knew that I was definitely gonna miss him like crazy because we spend every single day together since we became friends, but I can't believe just how right they were. Hik....hik....lonely, I feel so lonely.
There are a few people that stayed behind, but one has her boyfriend over all the way from Taiwan, another one has a husband, so I'm stuck with this fella, 5 years older than me. We're planning on going to the National Gallery for free entertainment. Last night, after watching some fireworks, he (because there's no Broadband access at his place) ask if he could check his mail on my computer, in my dorm after I told him how grateful I am because it's so quite and most of the people are home with their family, I maneuvered myself like crazy to come up with an idea to say No. I did, with lame reasons like "my dorm room is really tiny...." and "I don't let boys into my room" when the honest reason was "I really don't know you that well and wouldn't know how to kick you out if you start making me uncomfortable in my own room."
Hope he wasn't offended by it though.
Anyhow...16 more days for friends, 17 days for a "MAYBE" SPECIAL SOMEONE to return from his country
Just got this song from iTunes after hearing it on YouTube. With all the stuff I said on the previous post, I still can't help but vulnerable when I hear this song. I might be a lil bit more cynical at the moment, but still have a soft spot for this:
Isn't it strange, the way things can change
Life that you lead, turned on its head
suddenly someone, means more than you felt for
house in its yard, turns into home.
Sorry but I meant to say, many things along the way, this ones for you.
Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache,
Have I told you I ache, for you...
Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache,
have I told you I ache, for you...
The time that it took, writing words for my book, seems to have broken IN HALF
the gate that I SHUT
last time I got hurt
seems to have opened itself
oh THE WORLD IS spinnin now,
its tryna catch me up
tell me to appriciate, THE here and now
I'm sorry but I meant to say
many things along the way
this ones for you.
Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you...
Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you...
I've always been a sucker for romantic comedies, love stories.....anything that has a weepy happy ending in a movie, I'm in. And that has never change....well, maybe until now.
My pal and I went to watch the romantic comedy "The Holiday" today. It was really okay, although a few scenes were dragged out too long and it seemed too simple and too unrealistic. A Guy spends two weeks with a girl and he already says "I love you", come on. But never mind the story, I was just amazed with how I felt during the whole movie (even my pal commented on my cynicism).
Maybe my whole "love romance, miracle happens" perspective changed since I moved here, to the UK where my main priority is college, spending as little money as possible and eating affordable food. Because I so hated the idea of watching a romantic comedy. My pal had to dragged me all the way to the theatre because I was just not in the "mood for love". I don't think I have been since I got here.
My first crush on a foreigner friend turned into a disaster, although we're still good friends. And being away from my family doesn't really help. Sure, I have tons of new friends here that I can depend on, but I don't think I still (or ever had) have the ability to totally love and trust someone. Then again, if I meet the RIGHT GUY, my perspective might change back. Guess I have to wait for that day to come, if it is even possible.
At this moment I'm just thinking.....Love sucks, romance is dead, the guy will leave in the end anyway, so why bother?
I was so addicted to them. WAS being the keyword here. The first season was perfect, excellent, etc. I could giggle for hours watching the ladies being their "silly self". Well, that's what I felt of the first season people.
Just minutes ago there was a commercial of the third season soon coming to UK TV. Excited? Absolutely not after the total disaster called "The Entire Second Season." I watched the whole second season praying that the next episode would be better than the one before, but god, how wrong was I?
I haven't watched any episodes of the third season, just read a few episode guides online (yes, I'm addicted to TV Series), and I was horrified by the storyline. Bree was one again engaged/married?? to a murderer/freak show, Susan was still the clumpsy one, and there was another hot young guy (Edie's nephew? Son?). Lynette's storyline was just boring, almost as boring as Gabrielle's is.
Is Desperate Housewives just a "One Season Wonder"?
Last night was supposed to be very simple. A simple Christmas Party with close friends before everybody goes home to their families (well, everybody but me). But a sad news from one of my classmate made everyone feel less Christmasy. A younger brother died and my friend couldn't get an earlier flight, so he's stuck in the UK until Monday.
I didn't see him in person because he didn't come to the party, so I feel even more horrible about the situation. I could only imagine what I would feel if I had to go through something terrible like that.
It's Christmas and almost New Years, people. Celebrate it with the people you love, while you still can.
I have only seen two episodes so far, but I'm very very impressed. The message is of the show is definitely "be proud of who you are and if you're strong and smart enough to hold on, you'll eventually get what you want."
I've always been a sucker for strong female characters in television series since "Buffy, The Vampire Slayer" period. My most recent Heroes are Veronica Mars and well, at times Lorelai Gilmore from Gilmore Girls (though I hate the 7th season so far).
I hope a lot of low self esteem teenage girls watch Ugly Betty and can feel better about them self after wards. There's so much more to the world than outside appearances and fashion, girls.
Instead of a white white Christmas, it looks like I have to settle for a rainy, wet and windy one.
Because of my low key mood (and horrible weather), I'm just staying at home today. Cleaning my room, washing dishes, and hopefully finish reading the library books I have to return before Christmas.
Like probably every other college student, this time of year, you probably start thinking or have found a new place to live for next year. Right now, I live in a self contained room in a very safe (although sometimes loud) dormitory. As I promised my mum before I left home, for the second year, I will find a much cheaper accommodation. And since I have a best pal that I spend so much time with anyhow, we decide to find a place together. For a mature (well, we are both 26 years old) student, we don't wanna live with young college student that are always in the mood to party, but finding a 2 bedroom flat or house is not an easy task to do.
That's why I suggested that we might ask another friend to come live with us. My pal wasn't crazy about the idea because this other friend is 9 years older than us and he's really not close to him. The thing is, I have mention it to FRIEND a few times before that we probably could find a place to live together but then again, I'm also not that close to him and he can really really bug me at times.
Still have to find a 2 bedroom flat and an excuse to not live with that person for July 2007-2008. Fun...fun....fun.
