+ 10 pushups a day!
It will get hard; remember - life's like a jumprope
Saturday 30 July 2016
Agatha Christie - The Pale Horse (English)
I wasn't quite convinced at first, because for me, it's always hard to keep reading at the beginning of the book. Until the tension rises, which it did in this case.
Of course, the tension came together with a murder and - even more importantly - a mystery.
The dying Mrs Davis leaves tells Father Gorman about some names which are important to remember, and then dies. Straight after, Father Gorman is killed on the streets. The detectives didn't really understand why he was killed, but it must have had to do with the names on the list he hid in his shoe. What were those names about? It was certain though, that some of those names were surnames of people who had just died, and people with the remaining surnames kept dying, from natural causes, apparantly. As Mark Easterbrook, our protagonist, hears about this place called the Pale Horse where there were supposed to be witches, he tried to find out more about it. Soon enough, he learns that there is a whole business behind it, and it had to do with the people dying. According to his theory, this guy in Birmingham, Bradley, bet on the lives of people with relatives who wanted them to die, which seems completely legal. Thyrza Grey and the other women of the Pale Horse then put a curse on them to make them become ill. Also, there must be a brain behind it, and since the old pharmasist Osborne had seen someone following Father Gorman right before he was killed who looked like Mr Venables, he was the main suspect - although he had atrophied limbs.
To find out more, Mark and his friend Ginger decided to trick them and look behind what was happening. Mark told Thyrza Grey he wanted Ginger, who played his wife who had disappeared years ago and now suddenly was back, dead and so they have a séance at the Pale Horse, a black magic ceremony. And a while later, Ginger actually becomes ill.
As Mark found out that she was losing hair, his friend Mrs Oliver told him that the previous victims also were losing hair - it wasn't a curse, but a thallium poisoning. D.I. Lejeune, his sergeant and Mark go to Mr Venables house, witness Osborne coming with them. They explain the whole business to Venables just to then turn to Osborne and state that he was the brain behind it, that he was just suspecting Venables to hide that he actually killed Father Gorman and had people go to the victims' houses and place thallium there.
What. a. plot twist. Wow.
I have to admit, I'm a really bad reader so this book actually took me some weeks, although it's not really long. But, despite the fact I'm not really into detective novels, this one was really interesting and provided surprises for the reader. Ginger and Mark decide to marry at the end, but I'm glad it wasn't utterly romantic, because that wouldn't have matched with the rest of the story. I hardly could identify with Mark, to be honest, but I guess most readers just want to get behind what's happening at the Pale Horse if they're reading this book. I might read more novels by Agatha Christie, I actually have another one here!
Now I need to start reading a French book though, ugh. English was so easy, it was wonderful! But I'd like to get to this point with all my languages. So be sure that more reviews will be coming!
Thursday 28 July 2016
How to become Turkish overnight
I remember that, at the beginning of this year, I told myself that I wanted to finally meet my grandpa, because it might be too late if I wait longer.
A lot of things happened and I kind of forgot about this plan.
But I think while studying Turkish with my friend from Istanbul, I remembered about it. And he encouraged me to find my grandfather.
I asked my mum if she had his number or address, she had nothing like that, she didn't even have her half-siblings' contact details. I even asked my dad and he didn't have anything.
So the last thing I thought I could do was to publish a post on the "Spotted" Facebook page of the shopping centre of the town my grandfather used to live in. I knew he wasn't there anymore, though. The page only had 500 likes, I just asked people if they knew him or his children and I didn't expect anything to happen. I almost decided to forget about it.
Then, the admin of the page messaged me, someone knew my grandfather and wanted to help me. He told me her name and I messaged her.
So apparantly, the friend of sister-in-law of my grandfather's ex daughter-in-law had liked my post, so it kind of came through to her (my grandfather's ex daughter-in-law) and she told me that my grandfather was ill and lived in Istanbul, but came to Germany every now and then to get treatment.
She gave me my aunts' number.
My aunt, who had banned her father out of her life, just like my mum did. My aunt who had married a Turkish man and was going to go to Istanbul with the whole family. She sent me photos, told me about herself and said that I was always welcome at hers and in Istanbul.
I feel so loved. And one more thing:
All these years, I knew that I was partially Turkish and I used to tell that to people. They didn't quite accept it and I always looked at my Turkish friends and their families, knowing I had something like that, but I had nothing to do with it and therefore couldn't even call myself Turkish. At all.
I remember this fight with my ex when he stated that if you don't have a citizenship from a certain country, you're not of the nationality of this country. And I felt offended because I always wanted to be with my Turkish family, I wanted to learn about the culture which was there, somewhere in my roots.
This is my family. And this has just become a big part of me.
A lot of things happened and I kind of forgot about this plan.
But I think while studying Turkish with my friend from Istanbul, I remembered about it. And he encouraged me to find my grandfather.
I asked my mum if she had his number or address, she had nothing like that, she didn't even have her half-siblings' contact details. I even asked my dad and he didn't have anything.
So the last thing I thought I could do was to publish a post on the "Spotted" Facebook page of the shopping centre of the town my grandfather used to live in. I knew he wasn't there anymore, though. The page only had 500 likes, I just asked people if they knew him or his children and I didn't expect anything to happen. I almost decided to forget about it.
Then, the admin of the page messaged me, someone knew my grandfather and wanted to help me. He told me her name and I messaged her.
So apparantly, the friend of sister-in-law of my grandfather's ex daughter-in-law had liked my post, so it kind of came through to her (my grandfather's ex daughter-in-law) and she told me that my grandfather was ill and lived in Istanbul, but came to Germany every now and then to get treatment.
She gave me my aunts' number.
My aunt, who had banned her father out of her life, just like my mum did. My aunt who had married a Turkish man and was going to go to Istanbul with the whole family. She sent me photos, told me about herself and said that I was always welcome at hers and in Istanbul.
I feel so loved. And one more thing:
All these years, I knew that I was partially Turkish and I used to tell that to people. They didn't quite accept it and I always looked at my Turkish friends and their families, knowing I had something like that, but I had nothing to do with it and therefore couldn't even call myself Turkish. At all.
I remember this fight with my ex when he stated that if you don't have a citizenship from a certain country, you're not of the nationality of this country. And I felt offended because I always wanted to be with my Turkish family, I wanted to learn about the culture which was there, somewhere in my roots.
This is my family. And this has just become a big part of me.
Tuesday 26 July 2016
52 Week Photography Challenge
I want to improve. I want to challenge myself, which I'm constantly doing, but I'm talking about photography here. I don't have a photogenic pet, but there are other things one can take photos of.
Here are the tasks, interpretation is everything.
Here are the tasks, interpretation is everything.
- something old (1 August - 7 August)
- feet (8 August - 14 August)
- lips (15 August - 21 August)
- a baby (22 August - 28 August)
- night (29 August - 4 September)
- lifestyle (5 September - 11 September)
- lyrics (12 September - 18 September)
- breakfast (19 September - 25 September)
- black and white (26 September - 2 October)
- a collection (3 October - 9 October)
- sadness (10 October - 16 October)
- shades of white (17 October - 23 October)
- low angle (24 October - 30 October)
- tiny (31 October - 6 November)
- something yellow (7 November - 13 November)
- bokeh (14 November - 20 November)
- music (21 November - 27 November)
- water (28 November - 4 December)
- your shoes (5 December - 11 December)
- sunset (12 December - 18 December)
- holding an object (19 December - 25 December)
- faceless portrait (26 December - 1 January)
- jumping (2 January - 8 January)
- high angle (9 January - 15 January)
- handwriting (16 January - 22 January)
- in motion (23 January - 29 January)
- something red (30 January - 5 February)
- stone (6 February - 12 February)
- sweet (13 February - 19 February)
- a child (20 February - 26 February)
- a kiss (27 February - 5 March)
- self-portrait (6 March - 12 March)
- insects (13 March - 19 March)
- dress (20 March - 26 March)
- opposites (27 March - 2 April)
- macro (3 April - 9 April)
- long exposure (10 April - 16 April)
- something blue (17 April - 23 April)
- travel (24 April - 30 April)
- flowers (1 May - 7 May)
- shiny (8 May - 14 May)
- cold (15 May - 21 May)
- fruit (22 May - 28 May)
- something green (29 May - 4 June)
- silhouette (5 June - 11 June)
- something pink (12 June - 18 June)
- from a distance (19 June - 25 June)
- eyes (26 June - 2 July)
- landscape (3 July - 9 July)
- light and dark (10 July - 16 July)
- mother nature (17 July - 24 July)
- pets (25 July - 11 July)
Monday 25 July 2016
Merryweather
So about an hour ago, I released her into our garden. She stayed for a moment, probably so I could take a last photo, then she jumped off and disappeared into the green.
What a majestic creature!
Quietdrive - Time After Time
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
You say, go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
Just what you've said
You say, go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to grey
Watching through windows
You're wondering if I'm okay
You say, go slow
I fall behind
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Sunday 24 July 2016
Fur and feathers
What a great feeling it can be to just commit a bit more time to your pets. Since it seemed almost possible that Nahla wouldn't cause a mess in my room in its current state, I decided to tidy it. Completely.
Which I haven't done for three years.
I
have to admit, I didn't find the time or energy to get rid of all those
plastic bottles, but they're standing here in their bags, just waiting
for me to take them to Lidl. Naturally, before cleaning everything, it
seemed that I should fully clean the birds' cage and even rearrange
their branches, actually, collect some new branches as well! While
Saphira is panicking as always, Lilla kind of seems to love it when I
clean the cage. She flies around in my room, which she doesn't do often,
and watches me, she even landed on my head several times. I also got
them some dandlelion from the garden, but they never seem to eat it.
Isn't that weird?
I also found some time to talk to them and make
another attempt of taming them - I don't even think about starting with
Phira, naturally. While with Lilla, it only took me one day until she
would come to my hand even without me feeding her, and when I was feeding her, I could even touch her beak. Such an amazing feeling!
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| I put so much effort into rearranging the cage and it looks great now! |
So yesterday, Nahla arrived and she was so happy to see me! She didn't even cry like last time, but she was a bit too excited, resulting in her peeing on my staircase. Good thing my dad didn't notice, he would have freaked out, haha! So when we went on a walk, she had to learn karma is a bitch, since she was bullied by a pug and his friend. Well, of course they do when they see what a wimp you are! But of course, I saved her. So later in the night she just wouldn't sleep and started to cry, I don't know if she wanted to go home or if she just had to pee, but I thought if she did have to pee, it would be better to go outside, and after another walk maybe she would be tired enough to sleep. It worked, although I couldn't sleep at first. But after I spent two more hours surfing the internet, I went back to bed and fell asleep spooning her. Well, this never happened with Sammy!
We both got up at 6 am to go for a morning walk around the lake - it's a pity I didn't take my camera since there was so much fog. But madam is really tired now and while she's sleeping on my sofa (of course she didn't ask me if she could use it, but that's okay), I used my time designing a new watermark. It's probably not the final one, but I kind of like it and it looks better than the old one, so I'll be using it until I come up with a better idea.
Wednesday 20 July 2016
Songs Explained: Norlie & KKV - Din Idiot
Hi guys, here's the second part of my language study program!
"Minns allt som igår
min sol gick i moln
ditt ord var förlåt
du har sagt det förr"
This is the situation of a breakup, after KKV found out that his partner cheated on him. She asked him to forgive her, but she's said that before and he just doesn't believe her anymore.
"Du vet vart jag står
när du ber mig förstå
du vill ha mig som då
men en del av mig fattar"
To be honest, I don't really understand this. I suppose, KKV is just angry because his girlfriend thinks he's stupid enough to believe her apologies. He's started to understand.
"Gången du sov med nån annan
och du vände på allt tills jag gav mig
jag vill inte ens nämna de andra
för du vet mycket väl vad du sa"
He's now directly speaking about the several times his girlfriend cheated on him. I don't really see/understand much more behind it.
"Du tror att det gör ont, it's all good
och så har det vart sen den dan du försvann
din idiot, hur kan du va så dum
nu är det försent att få vara mitt allt
Du tror att det gör ont
hur kan du va så dum
nu är det försent att få vara mitt allt"
I think this says that the person speaking is alright and has been since he's separated from this girl. He is directly addressing her, saying that he isn't her idiot (at least I think so) and that it's too late to be his. He seems to have understood that he's to good for someone who only cheats on him.
"Jag såg dig på stan
ni såg ut att må bra
men skenet bedrar
när du ringer mig"
He's seen her with her new boyfriend in the city and she seems to be happy, but he knows that she isn't because she keeps ringing him.
"Säger du inte har
någon annan som jag
du vill ha mig tillbaks
vad är felet på dig"
Now he's kind of angry, because she keeps saying stuff like her new guy wasn't like him and she wanted him back. But in the person's opinion, she should be aware of the fact that she's messed it up.
"Minns gången du ljög för min mamma
och måla upp dig som nån annan
jag vet inte ens varför jag stanna
för jag vet mycket väl vad du sa"
It seems like during all this time they were together, the girl wasn't herself and just pretended to be someone else which made him fall in love with her. Now you can see, that he's still upset, because he seems to actually have loved her a lot (probably due to what I just stated), but he knows exactly what she's done. He knows that he's good for her and that she didn't treat him right, but he fell in love and can't really stop loving her. It's the typical mind VS heart game.
"Minns allt som igår
min sol gick i moln
ditt ord var förlåt
du har sagt det förr"
This is the situation of a breakup, after KKV found out that his partner cheated on him. She asked him to forgive her, but she's said that before and he just doesn't believe her anymore.
"Du vet vart jag står
när du ber mig förstå
du vill ha mig som då
men en del av mig fattar"
To be honest, I don't really understand this. I suppose, KKV is just angry because his girlfriend thinks he's stupid enough to believe her apologies. He's started to understand.
"Gången du sov med nån annan
och du vände på allt tills jag gav mig
jag vill inte ens nämna de andra
för du vet mycket väl vad du sa"
He's now directly speaking about the several times his girlfriend cheated on him. I don't really see/understand much more behind it.
"Du tror att det gör ont, it's all good
och så har det vart sen den dan du försvann
din idiot, hur kan du va så dum
nu är det försent att få vara mitt allt
Du tror att det gör ont
hur kan du va så dum
nu är det försent att få vara mitt allt"
I think this says that the person speaking is alright and has been since he's separated from this girl. He is directly addressing her, saying that he isn't her idiot (at least I think so) and that it's too late to be his. He seems to have understood that he's to good for someone who only cheats on him.
"Jag såg dig på stan
ni såg ut att må bra
men skenet bedrar
när du ringer mig"
He's seen her with her new boyfriend in the city and she seems to be happy, but he knows that she isn't because she keeps ringing him.
"Säger du inte har
någon annan som jag
du vill ha mig tillbaks
vad är felet på dig"
Now he's kind of angry, because she keeps saying stuff like her new guy wasn't like him and she wanted him back. But in the person's opinion, she should be aware of the fact that she's messed it up.
"Minns gången du ljög för min mamma
och måla upp dig som nån annan
jag vet inte ens varför jag stanna
för jag vet mycket väl vad du sa"
It seems like during all this time they were together, the girl wasn't herself and just pretended to be someone else which made him fall in love with her. Now you can see, that he's still upset, because he seems to actually have loved her a lot (probably due to what I just stated), but he knows exactly what she's done. He knows that he's good for her and that she didn't treat him right, but he fell in love and can't really stop loving her. It's the typical mind VS heart game.
Reunion
I woke up to a computer with a broken sound card, so basically, it's a really sad day today.
But my new friend Nhala, a Rhodesian Ridgeback, was left at my house in preparation for "her" holiday, where she's going to spend 14 days here. Quite much for such a baby.
On our way back from a really exhausting walk, we met Jessy, who used to
be my best friend back in primary school. It was great to meet her so
we decided to meet up again later and she took her French Bulldog Bella
with her. Bella is 9 months old, and therefore only 3 months older than
Nhala.
We also went to Jessy's home and I met another old friend of mine: Nika. This tiny Pekingese was already there when I met Jessy, and she's now 15 years old. I wonder if she recognised me, I did of course!
Tuesday 19 July 2016
Essay English #1
This might not seem too weird to you guys yet, but just you wait for the
following weeks. As I told you, I've decided to spend more time on
studying languages and apart from comprehension and reading tasks, I
think I should also train my writing skills. It's easy this week, it
might be alright in the next two weeks, but after that, who knows. I
better start studying more!
Technology appears everywhere in our everyday lives. In the morning, I am woken up by an alarm, which is usually on my mobile phone. I check my messages, start my computer and go through all the things I need to do. Usually, I write them into my spiral pad which has been my friend for more than a year now. Using programs and applications to organise everything confuses me a lot, so I stick to those old-schooled alternatives. When I feel like reading, I take one of those beautiful old books I purchased at a flea market out of my shelf, lie down in my bed and just read.
Without any doubt, we do use a lot of technology nowadays. It's faster, more efficient, it's easier to share things. But the benefits might come to a limit and there might also be some dangers.
Let's come back to my reading example. When do I actually read a book, voluntarily? To be honest, I haven't full-heartedly read a book in years. I bought one last year, but after I had finished it, I was disappointed about having put so much time into reading it, since the story was quite boring. When I go into a bookstore, I see so many books I would like to read. They sound interesting, there are so many diverse topics! So maybe I buy one. I go home, tell myself that I should read the book once I've spent money on it, read about two chapters and then get bored. Only think about those old times when I was in primary school, where I would read all day! What happened?
There's a simple answer to it: It's become easier to distract me. I lie in my bed, read the book, but I know that my phone is lying on my desk and the green light tells me that I have a new message. Who could it be? What if I miss anything important? Couldn't I read and just check my messages at the same time?
Well, no, I can't. Luckily, I've learned about myself that if I actually want to read a book, I need to get into an environment without any distractions. When I'm at my mum's house, I usually sit down in the garden – the dogs can only distract me for a minute. Also, I know that I need to be absolutely relaxed to read a book. And I don't know if this came with puberty or if it's an actual issue of our modern life, but I'm never really relaxed. I'm so nervous most of the time, if I sit down in front of my computer to just browse 9gag and do nothing for a moment, I simply get the urge to stand up and do something, but at the same time, I'm way too lazy.
There's no doubt about that technology has changed us, as people.
I still find myself trying to avoid seeing technology as an important part of our life, something, which still affects us when we're outside in the nature. I even refuse to see it as more than a medium for communication, no, it literally seems to have become a replacement for the normal communication: face to face, eye to eye. People apologise when they don't answer my messages rightaway, as if it was their duty to read their messages every single minute of their lives. They even apologise when they fall asleep.
Alright, it's different in a relationship, just to make that clear. But, still – isn't it weird how technology has even become an essential part in modern relationships?
Technology has changed us, it affects us, and we're dependent. Of course we are, because nobody will contact you if you don't have a mobile phone number, an e-mail address or a profile on a social media website. You'll be forgotten, it will be to inconvenient to get in touch with you. Life without technology would be too inconvenient for those, who grew up with it.
You can't fight it, it will increase and there will be more progress and better technologies and innovations. The most important thing is to force yourself to disconnect sometimes. To turn off your computer, your TV, your phone. To go outside, for a walk, to invite your friends for a picnic by the lake. To write a letter to your loved ones. Enjoying the little things in life has become really difficult nowadays, due to technology. But we should try to focus on them more often and we'll see that we won't be the only ones who will be happy about this decision.
Essay English #1: Do people depend too much on technology nowadays?
Technology appears everywhere in our everyday lives. In the morning, I am woken up by an alarm, which is usually on my mobile phone. I check my messages, start my computer and go through all the things I need to do. Usually, I write them into my spiral pad which has been my friend for more than a year now. Using programs and applications to organise everything confuses me a lot, so I stick to those old-schooled alternatives. When I feel like reading, I take one of those beautiful old books I purchased at a flea market out of my shelf, lie down in my bed and just read.
Without any doubt, we do use a lot of technology nowadays. It's faster, more efficient, it's easier to share things. But the benefits might come to a limit and there might also be some dangers.
Let's come back to my reading example. When do I actually read a book, voluntarily? To be honest, I haven't full-heartedly read a book in years. I bought one last year, but after I had finished it, I was disappointed about having put so much time into reading it, since the story was quite boring. When I go into a bookstore, I see so many books I would like to read. They sound interesting, there are so many diverse topics! So maybe I buy one. I go home, tell myself that I should read the book once I've spent money on it, read about two chapters and then get bored. Only think about those old times when I was in primary school, where I would read all day! What happened?
There's a simple answer to it: It's become easier to distract me. I lie in my bed, read the book, but I know that my phone is lying on my desk and the green light tells me that I have a new message. Who could it be? What if I miss anything important? Couldn't I read and just check my messages at the same time?
Well, no, I can't. Luckily, I've learned about myself that if I actually want to read a book, I need to get into an environment without any distractions. When I'm at my mum's house, I usually sit down in the garden – the dogs can only distract me for a minute. Also, I know that I need to be absolutely relaxed to read a book. And I don't know if this came with puberty or if it's an actual issue of our modern life, but I'm never really relaxed. I'm so nervous most of the time, if I sit down in front of my computer to just browse 9gag and do nothing for a moment, I simply get the urge to stand up and do something, but at the same time, I'm way too lazy.
There's no doubt about that technology has changed us, as people.
I still find myself trying to avoid seeing technology as an important part of our life, something, which still affects us when we're outside in the nature. I even refuse to see it as more than a medium for communication, no, it literally seems to have become a replacement for the normal communication: face to face, eye to eye. People apologise when they don't answer my messages rightaway, as if it was their duty to read their messages every single minute of their lives. They even apologise when they fall asleep.
Alright, it's different in a relationship, just to make that clear. But, still – isn't it weird how technology has even become an essential part in modern relationships?
Technology has changed us, it affects us, and we're dependent. Of course we are, because nobody will contact you if you don't have a mobile phone number, an e-mail address or a profile on a social media website. You'll be forgotten, it will be to inconvenient to get in touch with you. Life without technology would be too inconvenient for those, who grew up with it.
You can't fight it, it will increase and there will be more progress and better technologies and innovations. The most important thing is to force yourself to disconnect sometimes. To turn off your computer, your TV, your phone. To go outside, for a walk, to invite your friends for a picnic by the lake. To write a letter to your loved ones. Enjoying the little things in life has become really difficult nowadays, due to technology. But we should try to focus on them more often and we'll see that we won't be the only ones who will be happy about this decision.
Wednesday 13 July 2016
Update
Oh, Leen, you are so lazy!
Yes, I am. Wait - no, I'm not. Am I?
Actually, I've had so many things to do lately that I didn't really find time for blogging. Isn't that awful?
Well, at least I've got something to do. It makes it a lot easier to only focus on my own life, because I'm not gonna lie, people are making it really difficult for me.
So, what happened within the last three weeks?
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I finally finished the photos from the shooting with my dancing teacher and his friend, they're making a hypnosis show together and needed photos for their flyers so they asked me. It was fun!
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I visited my primary school teacher and her class. It was fun and they
really seemed to like me. They were making fun of me though, because of
my height, but I learned that it doesn't necessarily mean they don't
like me or respect me. The same thing counts for my new English student
whom I'm tutoring. She's six years old and we usually just speak English
and play which might bring her closer to the language. It's a great
job! And she's always so sad when I have to leave, haha.
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I had the prom I was looking forward to so much. Well, it sucked. Not
only because five people I invited cancelled, but also because there
wasn't really enough time or space to dance, my school mates annoyed me
(or some of them) and my dad left an hour early. I probably didn't even
look as great as I expected, but a professional makeup and hair styling
wouldn't have been worth it anyway. And I didn't smile on the photos
because I was so pissed off. Well, I did, but you can tell that I didn't
mean it. At least I danced with my former choir leader, which was fun.
And the next day, my mum and her boyfriend kidnapped me and took me to Mönchengladbach to talk about my future. Since that day, I've been planning to start studying in Düsseldorf, just to go to Bristol at the same time. I already wrote a cover letter and CV to apply for a job and I'll probably have to re-write it. But at least I've got some really friendly referees and Murray's dad offered to help me when I'm there! And I became bestiest besties with a soldier I met in a pub here in Paderborn and he lives in Gloucester. Lucky me!
Also, I'm hoping to finally get my driving-licence before going to England. I'm quite certain I'll pass the theory this time. So there's a lot happening right now.
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And I found shit like this on YouTube.
Not sure if this is even better or worse than the Biggie Smalls feature. But this sums up my relation to England quite well. Too many memories. The nostalgia.
Okay, I hope you get that I'm making a joke here. Because this is ridiculous(ly great).
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What will happen next?
And by the way, please applaud me for being so fookin' efficient and motivated. Because my day consists of working out, studying for driving school, playing guitar, going outside and studying seven languages. Every day of the week has its own language. Yes, I'm insane. Today is Swedish day, yay!
Yes, I am. Wait - no, I'm not. Am I?
Actually, I've had so many things to do lately that I didn't really find time for blogging. Isn't that awful?
Well, at least I've got something to do. It makes it a lot easier to only focus on my own life, because I'm not gonna lie, people are making it really difficult for me.
So, what happened within the last three weeks?
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I finally finished the photos from the shooting with my dancing teacher and his friend, they're making a hypnosis show together and needed photos for their flyers so they asked me. It was fun!
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I had the prom I was looking forward to so much. Well, it sucked. Not
only because five people I invited cancelled, but also because there
wasn't really enough time or space to dance, my school mates annoyed me
(or some of them) and my dad left an hour early. I probably didn't even
look as great as I expected, but a professional makeup and hair styling
wouldn't have been worth it anyway. And I didn't smile on the photos
because I was so pissed off. Well, I did, but you can tell that I didn't
mean it. At least I danced with my former choir leader, which was fun.And the next day, my mum and her boyfriend kidnapped me and took me to Mönchengladbach to talk about my future. Since that day, I've been planning to start studying in Düsseldorf, just to go to Bristol at the same time. I already wrote a cover letter and CV to apply for a job and I'll probably have to re-write it. But at least I've got some really friendly referees and Murray's dad offered to help me when I'm there! And I became bestiest besties with a soldier I met in a pub here in Paderborn and he lives in Gloucester. Lucky me!
Also, I'm hoping to finally get my driving-licence before going to England. I'm quite certain I'll pass the theory this time. So there's a lot happening right now.
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And I found shit like this on YouTube.
Okay, I hope you get that I'm making a joke here. Because this is ridiculous(ly great).
What will happen next?
- theoryyyy! wish me good luck!
- I'll have a photo shooting with my sister next week. Also, we're planning to hang out more and be silly and skate although we both can't skate. But it's okay because we're cool.
- I'll take care of a dog for two weeks. Her owner used to work with my dad so I'm really lucky here. I hope you all know how lucky I am.
- Phantasialand. Spending some days at the North Sea. Is it actually happening? Nobody knows!
And by the way, please applaud me for being so fookin' efficient and motivated. Because my day consists of working out, studying for driving school, playing guitar, going outside and studying seven languages. Every day of the week has its own language. Yes, I'm insane. Today is Swedish day, yay!
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