jueves, 23 de diciembre de 2010

Its Christmas Time!

Randomly listening to: Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond (Glee version)

This post is pretty simple really. Just wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas. Enjoy the holidays, the family, the friends, the food, the presentsssssss.

And don't forget to be thankful!

Don't let anyone let you think that Christmas isn't great, cause it is.

Here I leave you with a piece of my favourite movie of all time, Love Actually, which is actually a Christmas movie :):

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around. 

Where it began, I can't  begin to know when, but then I know it's growing strong

miércoles, 22 de diciembre de 2010

High Expectations and meeting Them

Randomly listening to: Northern Downpour by Panic! at the Disco

When thinking about my future love life, I sometimes find myself wondering how I'm ever going to find someone who is good enough for me and who, at the same time loves me.

Let me explain: I dated Sir P for two years and then we broke up a few months ago. I was sure of my decision. I was sure it was the right step.

The problem is that Sir P was great. He was my first boyfriend and if I believed in perfection I would say that he was perfect.

That is why my standards are so high. Every guy I meet seems so little in comparison. It doesn't help that most guys I meet run from relationships. People are looking for one night stands...It would be so much easier if that is what I wanted. But it is not.

I can't loose hope though, right? There must be someone out there for me that wants what I want and that learns to love me as much as I love him...

Maybe I'll use some of these...;)

And then she said she can't believe  genius  only comes along  in storms of fabled foreign tongues

sábado, 4 de diciembre de 2010

Just a bit of dreaming (quote)

Listening to: Claire de Lune by Debussy

Do you ever dream so much that you start to scare yourself? I mean, have you ever withdrawn from reality and made yourself a little home in the quarters of your mind? Then you dream up something ideal and all of a sudden you feel little waves of panic wash over you because you've just realized this whole mess you've made in your head. And the scariest thing you realize is that while you've been living above and beyond what you want in your mind, you haven't really been living in reality at all.

Silence is so freaking loud

jueves, 2 de diciembre de 2010

My philosophy

Randomly listening to: Top of the World by The All American Rejects

Last night, Normy, Le Corby and me decided to go to The Venue, our on campus club, because if you said "I've built a snowman today" you only had to pay two pounds.

We danced all night and had a great time, but at some point I started looking around and wondering...

What I saw were girls with the skimpiest dresses and the highest heels they could find. Never mind body shape, constitution, personality...It looked like a robot factory. Yes, sure, robots who had spent a long time getting ready, but robots nonetheless.

Most of them were getting wasted and looking for a boy for the night. To make them feel beautiful, to make them feel wanted, to make them feel loved...

On the other side were the boys getting drunk too, just trying to find some skin to grab.

And it just seemed like the girls were trying too hard to get guys that would've said yes even if you were wearing sweats. Their desperation was clear in their faces.

So everywhere I looked I saw a girls kissing boys, boys kissing girls, girls and boys rubbing against each other, each looking for something different...

And I don't want to sound like I think I'm above all that, but I can't help but wonder if that makes anyone happy, if losing all respect for yourself is the way forward.

I guess at the end of the day, my philosophy is being happy, being fulfilled, and dressing as a slut to hook up with some guy that won't even remember my name the next morning is not my idea of fun.

Is there anybody out there that wakes up with a bitter taste?