There are two things in life that we can be certain about. At some point we all live, and we all die. It's the natural process of life, but it's what we do with those years of our life that are the most important.
Yet as we grow and progess through life, there are always obstacles and misunderstandings that deminishes the mark we try to leave on the world.
Religion can conquor but more often than not it usually divides. War destroyes friendship and love, leaving the world in conflict and hate.
Should it not be our goal to allow an Israli boy and a Palistine boy to walk arm in arm if they choose to?
It's often hard to see the world outside of the bubble that we live in. Yes we watch and listen to the TV, we read the newspapers, but do we really understand the emotional turmoil the world is in?
Why is we we cant see past whats happening in our lives. This week the biggest drama of my life seemed to be the fact that i had to pay £50 for a train ticket home. It's hardly worthy of the time I gave it.
I watched panorama one night, and I saw a six year old palestine girl describe the moment a bomb fell onto her house leaving her entire family minus one brother dead. She had even drawn a picture using red to illustrate the blood she saw. It was at that moment that my heart broke, and I understood the world we live in.
Slowly one by one, us priviledged people from the developed world will put our rose tinted glasses away and see the world as it truely is. And that is the day that the world will change and become a better place.
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
To Shop or not to shop?
I was asked a question the other day. A question that actually took me quite a long time to think about when the answer was staring me in the face the whole time.
What do you like to do? was the question. Now many people would say playing or writing music, or singing, dancing, but not me. No. My only answer was this- I like...no....I LOVE to shop. For me its not just a chance to purchase some new goods, but it something that makes me smile from the inside out, and makes me glow. If only to myself!
Anybody can say that they love shopping. Young,old,male,female everybody shops. It's a world wide phenomena that in some senses only us in privileged developed countries can experience.
For me shopping is this - The tingle that runs from your head to your toes when you see that perfect black strapless dress. The rush of blood to your head that leaves you feeling dizzy when you stumble upon the shoes you've been looking for all year. The butterflies in your stomach when you hand over your card to purchase your dream handbag. All those feelings are what I feel when im shopping. To anyone who knows me, they already realize I have a problem, and I see myself getting into a financial mess in my future over my little addiction.
Sifting through Vogue (my inspirational fashion bible) I've currently set my heart on the most incredible pair of Louboutin stiletto heels with their trademark red sole's, which I can only describe as perfection.
I can only dream. Whats a girl to do? With every possible corner I turn theirs something i want. Want being the most important word, I don't need these things, I want them. However I'm pretty sure that for the time being at least my measly student budget wont quite stretch to incredible buy's I'm destined for.
In the mean time, I'll bide my time until one day, everything I can ever dream of and more is mine.
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
Fresher Fever
Just as I'm writing this now, I've spent the last three days working non-stop trying to sort essays, presentations and practical work. It's hard, I seem to have more work than anyone I know and its taking it toll. But at the end of the day, I am studying to have a degree in something I love and I'm doing it in a place that I could never imagine leaving.
Since starting at Lincoln University my life has been transformed. I never believed it when people say uni years are the best years of your life, I can still remember packing up and car and wondering if i would ever make new friends! But i've been lucky. This place has become my second home, and the people, my second family.
I could never imagine my life without the friends that I have made. Of course I moan and if I have a problem with someone I will confront them about it, but at the end of the day, without this crazy, mad, incredible group of people I wouldn't be the girl I am right now.
Living where I live in courts is something I'm not going to forget in a hurry. The kids of flat 6 are the most ridiculous bunch, but they're my bunch....the troublemakers of court 16 and I couldn't imagine having anything less than this.
Rolling out of bed 10mins before classes begin, sleeping until 5pm at the weekends, and basically never eating, are only things your allowed to do when your a student.
I have never drank so much alcohol. I have never had such random nights in/out. I have never laughed so much I thought my sides would split, and I never never met a more incredible group of people.
The first year is nearly over, its gone with the wind and I can barely remember saying goodbye to my parents.
Freshers year is the ultimate year, and as we prepare for our deadlines, start thinking were about to fail our exams, we wonder where our second year will lead us, and we ask ourselves will it even come close in comparison to the first.
As we pass our freshers flag to a new group of shy, excited teens, we know how much they're going to love it, and wish we could re-live freshers year all over again!
Since starting at Lincoln University my life has been transformed. I never believed it when people say uni years are the best years of your life, I can still remember packing up and car and wondering if i would ever make new friends! But i've been lucky. This place has become my second home, and the people, my second family.
I could never imagine my life without the friends that I have made. Of course I moan and if I have a problem with someone I will confront them about it, but at the end of the day, without this crazy, mad, incredible group of people I wouldn't be the girl I am right now.
Living where I live in courts is something I'm not going to forget in a hurry. The kids of flat 6 are the most ridiculous bunch, but they're my bunch....the troublemakers of court 16 and I couldn't imagine having anything less than this.
Rolling out of bed 10mins before classes begin, sleeping until 5pm at the weekends, and basically never eating, are only things your allowed to do when your a student.
I have never drank so much alcohol. I have never had such random nights in/out. I have never laughed so much I thought my sides would split, and I never never met a more incredible group of people.
The first year is nearly over, its gone with the wind and I can barely remember saying goodbye to my parents.
Freshers year is the ultimate year, and as we prepare for our deadlines, start thinking were about to fail our exams, we wonder where our second year will lead us, and we ask ourselves will it even come close in comparison to the first.
As we pass our freshers flag to a new group of shy, excited teens, we know how much they're going to love it, and wish we could re-live freshers year all over again!
Sunday, 15 March 2009
A completly B*Witching night
Last night my Saturday night frolicking took me to the Engine Shed in Lincoln. Now Saturday nights at the Engine Shed (Essential) Isn't usually for me. 1) It's a bit to expensive and 2) I've usually crashed and burned from Friday night to possibly make it two nights in a row.
However this week was an exception. For roughly about the last month St Patrick's night at Essential was always going to be a big one because two Irish ladies were set to perform and cause a stir.
Do you recall a certain Irish pop band called B*Witched? You guessed it, two of the four were there in Lincoln to perform. Now back in the days when I came up to my mothers waist, and the only bands I thought were cool enough for me to listen to were Five and the likes of other pop-tastic bands. B*Witched I've got to admit were among my favourite's.
I even saw them once...maybe even twice on tour.
But back to last night, I do actually think its incredible to find, how so many 18-23yr old's actually love the 'trash' that perform at The Engine Shed. From the likes of gangster Coolio to the teeny bopping B*Witched, us students love anything, as long as it can make us sing and move our hips. Because lets face it, at the end of the day B*Witched are not cool. And well, they never will be.
But regardless of stature or coolness, two Irish ladies put on quite a performance, and you know what, we LOVED it!
However this week was an exception. For roughly about the last month St Patrick's night at Essential was always going to be a big one because two Irish ladies were set to perform and cause a stir.
Do you recall a certain Irish pop band called B*Witched? You guessed it, two of the four were there in Lincoln to perform. Now back in the days when I came up to my mothers waist, and the only bands I thought were cool enough for me to listen to were Five and the likes of other pop-tastic bands. B*Witched I've got to admit were among my favourite's.
I even saw them once...maybe even twice on tour.
But back to last night, I do actually think its incredible to find, how so many 18-23yr old's actually love the 'trash' that perform at The Engine Shed. From the likes of gangster Coolio to the teeny bopping B*Witched, us students love anything, as long as it can make us sing and move our hips. Because lets face it, at the end of the day B*Witched are not cool. And well, they never will be.
But regardless of stature or coolness, two Irish ladies put on quite a performance, and you know what, we LOVED it!
Friday, 6 March 2009
Oh what a night!
It's Friday night and here I am sitting alone in an empty flat, whilst all of my friends/flatmates and generally everyone who I usually hang out with are up and out dancing the night away.
Why am I not with them? Well to cut a long story short, last night I uncharacteristically drank what I feel I can only describe as my body weight in vodka, and more than 24 hours later I am still suffering the side effects.
I have discovered I cannot do what so many others do. Drink two nights in a row! It's not very student like of me, but i just cannot work out how so many people can drink night after night after night, wake up with constant hangovers, and feel ready to do it all over again the next day. It would just kill me.
I attended a research thing at my university not even three days ago and read this story about a young mans battle with alcohol. I know that a lot of my friends thought it was a load of rubbish but I found it quite interesting and in some respect an eye opener.
Everyone automatically assumes you know what alcohol can do to you in the long term, but I cant remember a time when someone actually sat me down and told me. The basic's are if you drink too much, you liver will fail and you wont live for very long. But what about the effects that wont kill you? Like the damage to your skin. The damage you cause the relationships in your life. The damage to your mental state, and not just the physical.
It made me think more about binge drinking and how much my drinking habits have changed since coming to uni. Back at home I rarely drank once a week. Here your considered 'unsociable and really not very cool' if you don't like to drink or go out.
I dislike the fact that I feel I have to drink when I go out with my friends, because being the only sober one of the group makes me feel uncomfortable.
Those mornings you wake up with the shakes because you feel so bad. Your head is fuzzy and a haze of thoughts about what you might have done, but cant actually remember. Your stomach churns, telling you that you need to be sick, and you cant move because you ache all over from the night before.
Those are some of the details kids/teenagers should be learning. The real day to day effects of alcohol. I'm reminded of this after some heavy nights, and every morning after the night before i regret wasting the money and losing my head.
Lets face it, is it all worth it? If you cant remember...did you even have a good night in the end?
Why am I not with them? Well to cut a long story short, last night I uncharacteristically drank what I feel I can only describe as my body weight in vodka, and more than 24 hours later I am still suffering the side effects.
I have discovered I cannot do what so many others do. Drink two nights in a row! It's not very student like of me, but i just cannot work out how so many people can drink night after night after night, wake up with constant hangovers, and feel ready to do it all over again the next day. It would just kill me.
I attended a research thing at my university not even three days ago and read this story about a young mans battle with alcohol. I know that a lot of my friends thought it was a load of rubbish but I found it quite interesting and in some respect an eye opener.
Everyone automatically assumes you know what alcohol can do to you in the long term, but I cant remember a time when someone actually sat me down and told me. The basic's are if you drink too much, you liver will fail and you wont live for very long. But what about the effects that wont kill you? Like the damage to your skin. The damage you cause the relationships in your life. The damage to your mental state, and not just the physical.
It made me think more about binge drinking and how much my drinking habits have changed since coming to uni. Back at home I rarely drank once a week. Here your considered 'unsociable and really not very cool' if you don't like to drink or go out.
I dislike the fact that I feel I have to drink when I go out with my friends, because being the only sober one of the group makes me feel uncomfortable.
Those mornings you wake up with the shakes because you feel so bad. Your head is fuzzy and a haze of thoughts about what you might have done, but cant actually remember. Your stomach churns, telling you that you need to be sick, and you cant move because you ache all over from the night before.
Those are some of the details kids/teenagers should be learning. The real day to day effects of alcohol. I'm reminded of this after some heavy nights, and every morning after the night before i regret wasting the money and losing my head.
Lets face it, is it all worth it? If you cant remember...did you even have a good night in the end?
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