Monthly Archives: February 2013

Is it my birthday, or is it not?

That is the question I will never stop asking myself. Why? Because I was gifted enough to be born on the 29th of February. For the past 3 years I’ve questioned what day Facebook records my birthday as, and only this year I found out that it’s a mixture of the 28th of February and the 1st of March. Personally, I usually celebrate on the 1st of March for a couple of evident reasons:
1) I was not yet born on the 28th of February therefore it seems more logical to celebrate on the 1st of March.
2) One of my close friends at school has her birthday on the 28th so I choose to celebrate on the 1st of March in order to not steal her thunder (and to add to that, the following day is my other close friend’s birthday).
3) Oddly, most 1st of March”es” have fallen on more convenient celebration days. For example this year it is on a Friday. Consequently it has become a tradition to celebrate on the 1st, unless say the 28th is a Saturday and the 1st is a Monday…

Anyway, currently I am replying to Facebook wall posts consisting of people congratulating my birthday but it’s such an odd sensation. I accept the nice wishes and thank everyone yet I am not even celebrating. I am having a casual day…

So, is it my birthday?

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Late at night, I just sit and worry.

When will I be able to sleep at a normal hour again?
When will I be able to breathe without having to remind myself to?
Everything is just piling on top of each other and the clock won’t even consider a short pause. We’re in constant motion all the time and we are expected to keep up. I can’t though. I never can. I’m too busy living in my own mind. The worst part is I know this will all blow up in my own face when it all comes down to “getting my shit together”. Most likely, I will just cry. When am I gonna stop being a fucking baby, and grow the fuck up?
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Excitement and Stress

These coming weeks are going to be the busiest of 2013.
I’ve already managed to survive my first big busy event. On Friday, I had my early birthday party at home. I invited some girls over, and told them to dress nice and be as daring as they wished to be as we rarely have the opportunity to wear pretty dresses and high heels. We had a really big dinner which was delicious and chatted loads. I felt rather sorry for my folks who had to put up with the loud music, laughter and well, eventually the mess we made. But heck, it only happens once a year and it was great fun! It was really stressful preparing everything as school has been intense this last week as we unexpectedly had an extra week off. All of my teachers have been giving us extra homework so that we can catch up on all the things we should have done. Anyway, I’m pleased to say that I survived… sort of… with the exception of the sniffles that came knocking on my door this morning.

On Tuesday I shall be going to London with my philosophy class. We are going to be listening to a four hour lecture, which is actually not as horrific as it sounds especially given that we have the rest of the time all for ourselves to go shopping!

Then, on Friday it’s my birthday!!! WOOPWOOP. Guess who’s turning 17? Yes indeed, I am.
I am so glad it’s on a Friday as I can come home at 13:00 and stuff my face with cake, then go out and party with my friends! To top it all off, on Saturday there’s this crazy thing called Europarty. It takes place every year and it’s for all the European Schools to come together and rave. Last year it was sick. The music, the drinks, the people. This year, they promise it’s going to be even better as the venue is a quality place. They had better not break their promise as the prices escalated this year too! Anyway, that will be my weekend as I plan to sleep all through Sunday.

The week after, I am going to France for two days with my history class to visit some war sites as well as some museums. It’s not as exciting as London or Europarty but a getaway from school is always better than school itself. Apparently the hostel we are staying at has a swimming pool so we are allowed to bring our bathing suits. When we all saw it on the checklist we sort of chuckled. I really don’t want my teacher to see me in a bathing suit, nor do I want to see him in his. Yuck!
Then again, that Saturday an 18th birthday party will be taking place and I shall be attending.
If I survive the proceeding week, I will be rewarded with a compulsory school trip to Portugal to go surfing for one week followed by two weeks of Easter holidays.

Although I am terribly excited for all these upcoming events, I don’t know how I will manage juggling everything without passing out. It’s not like school will go on halt. Life will keep moving and I will just have to chase after everything. I hate this feeling, but I am loving my life!

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Good Read? Definitely!

Last night I finished reading “A Streetcar Named Desire” by Tennessee Williams for my English assignment. I really loved it and I don’t always enjoy reading plays. It’s an easy read book, and yet it has so much content!

It seems that this would also be a good time to mention that I do have a profile on Good Reads. I created it relatively recently, so there’s not much on there and I’m not quite used to navigating my way around the website, not to mention that I occasionally forget to update it! Feel free to take a look (just click right here) and if you have an account please let me know! I’d love to take a look at all your profiles and get new inspirations for further reading 🙂

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Wow, when did that happen!?

I just got home from school and naturally the first thing I do is go on my laptop, and check all the social networks I’m connected to. My fingers automatically type “wordpress.com”, at a speed so high that I have no control over them, and guess what? A bunch of notifications, a bunch of likes, and a whole new bunch of followers!
Well thanks to you all I have knocked over the “50 followers” mark, and now have 52!
So maybe on your blogs, this is not such a great achievement, but it means a great deal to me. When I started up this blog, I was really uncertain of how things would turn out. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to share my thoughts and ramblings online. Then one friendly follower, lead to two, lead to three, and thanks to all of you appreciative readers and followers I have gained some confidence in both myself and in life. At the end of the day, what I share here is based on those two themes; and those two themes have a tendency to fail me and I consequently lose hope. But all of you have changed that for me. I thought my life was not great, I thought my life wouldn’t be worth your time, I thought I wouldn’t be worth all your time and I sincerely thought I didn’t have that much style; particularly not a writing style. I still don’t entirely believe that I do, and it’s definitely something that I need to master, but all of you have given me hope that there is potential!

The bottom line is: I would like to thank you all from the heart, for all your support and for all the time you have spent reading my posts 🙂

I hope that I can add more to my blog and make it all the more intriguing for you!

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A Day At The Art Gallery

The title of this post is rather nostalgic… I once had to write a creative story with this title and some other constraints and today, I became in some ways the protagonist of my short story.
My friend invited me to go to an Affordable Arts fair today, here in Brussels. I really enjoyed it. She got invited by her art teacher who also had one of her paintings there.

It was generally speaking contemporary arts ranging from photography to oil paintings and collages. It was organized gallery by gallery. Each gallery from different parts of Europe had their own corner to present the artists that they are representing. One of the galleries which I loved as a whole was Bleach Box. It’s a gallery situated in the UK in Cambridge. I fell in love with the photographer Richard Heeps’ work. It was perfect. It just worked for me in so many ways. Not only did it appeal to my “taste in life” but it was also artistically strong; I could feel the passion just by looking at the photo. Which brings me back to my original point about how much this post reminds my of the story I wrote. In the story the protagonist got lost in a photography and found themselves in that time and place… and I have to admit, I can’t say that the feeling didn’t pass me by. It was truly a wonderful night.

You can click here to see the kind of work Richard Heeps has been up to! You can also check out my second favourite artist from the fair right here! 🙂

After this outing I have officially decided to name Wednesday my lucky weekday, as anything and everything good happens today! 🙂

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This is my average Monday at school

This my school doing the Harlem Shake (not everyone, just some people in some year groups – but don’t look for me, I’m too cool to be mainstream). So you know, the average Monday… nothing special… casual “Harlem Shaking”. What was your Monday like?

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“You know that feeling you get on a Sunday? When you just have the whole day to yourself, and it’s been great, but then you remember you have to go to school the next day, and it ruins the whole rest of the night.”

Peyton Sawyer, One Tree Hill

This is how I feel, right now. The past two weeks were just too good!

The Sunday Feeling

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Kurt.

I love Kurt Cobain. I think I’ve always secretly (well,not so secret anymore) wished I could have met him. Not just meet him though. I wish I could have known him. As a friend. I wish I could have asked him questions. I wish he could have answered mine. There was no title on this text and I didn’t really have any recollection of when I wrote it and who I wrote it for, but as I read it, it dawned on me. 

There in distant lights, a silhouette of your face. Idol eyes. Wish you could be here. Wish we could talk. Wish I could discover your mind. How I want to know. “Am I?” I want to ask. Say I’m good. I just want to hear it from your rusty voice. You are long gone now. Living before my death to life and gone before too.

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