Monday, 13 January 2014

And the trumpets they go...

To 2013,

If I needed to squeeze the entirety of the year into one word, I would choose the word enlighten. It is because this was the year that I gone through the most growth, graphing out to be an exponentially steep curve - oh God my economics lecturers are getting in my head.

I remember January hit me like a snow storm, greeting me with daily gloominess while depriving me of all the goodness of sunlight. And you know what? I was really affected by it. I was rejected from so many things and was left feeling disappointed and like a failure crying on my ugly college carpet floor. I was lonely.

Summer came around and I learnt that I am inherently a warm weather person. I love the fashion of winter, but the thought of sand in my feet and waves crashing against the weight of my body I will never trade just to be able to wear some trendy coat. I had an amazing two weeks in my favourite city thus far - Barcelona - and met amazing people, opening up yet another possibility to my future.

For the first time in my life, I was home for only 4 weeks out of the entire year. Thinking about it made me paranoid of my impending working life because I miss home and I don't really know if I want to stay away from it anymore.

August came and went and I worked on my 20th birthday, no extra pay! I flew back to Durham wearing heavy armour to protect myself from another disastrous year following my first, I didn't have that awesome fresher experience people talk about. I hated it. I came back and accidentally found people who have accepted me in all my flaws, people who lean on me when they need a shoulder, people who have picked me up when I fell and people who feed me crazy jokes, I laughed like I have not in years. I found friends that make me way too many pizzas but I don't feel guilty about it because somehow or another, those bonding session over pizzas are worth a thousand times more than preventing that layer of fat forming around my tummy. Besides, I can (and will) work it all out soon, I promise.

2013 ended with me spending the night eating pizzas (again) with people I found I can rely on, for all seriousness and for all stupidity. I finally watched a musical in West End and absolutely fell in love with it. I finally watched a premier league and oh shit, did I fall in love or what, I watched two in a span of one week. I am just as lost as I was in the beginning, but perhaps a little more open to the idea of being lost. And somehow, I am more comforted with that.

As for 2014, I didn't mind trading in chasing the Northern Lights for another late night indulgent pizza run - papers reported that we could see the lights in England, we waited for an hour till 2am and went to eat pizza instead. I watched way more movies in the span of two weeks then in months itself and found myself in St James Park yet AGAIN. I think I'm losing grip on my wallet.

So maybe I'm not as adventurous as a lot of people out there, but there in new blood running through my veins and I'm acting just a little bit more reckless. I am also turning into a vampire with every bedtime that gets pushed back by an hour. So the new year is really 13 days old right now, but I couldn't sum up 2013 nicely until now. In exactly 7 days I will sell my soul back to university and remember what being a slave to numbers feel like. But for now, let me indulge you with some footage of Mr Hot and Sexy Joe Hart. I love Joe Hart. But I am a Newcastle supporter, they lost 2-0. But there was an offside goal, a confused referee, zorb balls, AND a streaker. I mean, what?

Happy New Year everyone. Let's pray for a good one.


ps excuse the shaky hands and general bad quality of the video :( on the other hand, is Joe Hart good looking or what?




Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Christmas, I'll look to what matters most...

What is this feeling I feel in my heart? Sitting on the couch alone hanging out with Simon Cowell and co. entertaining me on the biggest day on my calendar. Perhaps I do feel a little lonely, and despite my nice trip around cities I've never been too, I think I'd choose home over excitement. Because home inadvertently means love. 

The picture doesn't really mean anything. Taken in Old Trafford, this old little Indonesian man was on the Stadium Tour along with a few of his family members. I was thrilled to be walking on grounds my heroes constantly stroll through, but I really do miss my family. 

So Merry Christmas to everyone out there, I hope you're warm and cosy with love and peace together with family, friends and anyone important to you.