Happy New Year

So it's a new year again. We survived the 'apocalypse' (my sister's post reminded me.), we had some natural catastrophes throughout the year and whatnot. There was a lot to do in 2012, but that doesn't matter right now. Now the new year has begun and I'm sitting behind the computer, blogging in my new pyjamas and listening to the movie Mary Poppins, which my little sister is watching right now on the tv. Quite a relaxed way to spend New Years day. Especially since I should be studying for my exams. I'l get to that in the evening. Probably. Happy New Year!! I wish a wonderful 2013 to you! :D

Fishy

God it's almost the new year and this is only the second post of 2012. Guess I got a little carried away with tumblr. (somebitofeverything.tumblr.com) Now why I suddenly wanted to write today? Well there was just this little thing I was writing up on my fanfiction account (Miyu Hinamori) and I thought why can't I share this with all you lovely people who aren't reading my blog? Yeah you ain't fooling me: No-one but my elder sister is reading this. I saw how many followers I have. But if you do read this, enjoy my little embarassment. :) So I have this aversion to dead fish. I really don't like it. If I recognise it was a fish, I ain't looking at it and I ain't eating it. Yet my sister's best friend's dad had caught some fish and had given some to my mother. She immediately made it for dinner. The tail made me already queezy but I decided to suck it up and carefully started to clean it of bones, skin and *brr* other stuff... So far so good. But then mom made a comment about how they were all males since she couldn't find any fish eggs in them and I started crying out of nowhere. Shocked the hell out of everyone at the table. My sister was giggling about how cute I looked, desperately trying to stop my tears, but I didn't see the fun in it since she knew how I hated dead fish. She ultimately helped me clean it up and I could finish my meal happily with unrecognisable pieces of fish. It's such a weird fobia, but then again it's not really only fish. Please don't show me how you slaughter a pig and reduce it to pieces of meat. I can't and won't be able to handle it. I just don't like dead things. That doesn't mean I'm a vegetarian, I really do like meat and all. It's just, I'd rather not know and recognise what animal it was. P.S.: Don't mind the crappy lay-out. This thing just won't do as told.

Happy New Year!!

The Host

Today when I listened to the radio I heard the song ‘We found love' from Rihanna.
When I heard the lyrics 'We found love in a hopeless place', it reminded me immediately of the book ‘Host’ from Stephenie Meyer.
It’s such a wonderful book: it has science-fiction, future elements, love and so much more. You can’t really describe the feeling you get from this book.
And what’s so weird about this book is how it’s written. You see Stephenie Meyer was the one to have written the Twilight series and this book is so different from those books.
I reread the book already several times and just can’t stop, it’s always like a new experience.
What’s more, I read there will be a movie planned based on this book. I just can’t wait to see it! I just hope they can make it as good as the book. Not like they made the Twilight movies.
It’s a pity the movie isn’t planned until 2013, but I will wait patiently and make sure I will be at its premiere.

Me and my sister

I've always been the obedient one in my family.
I never did something to upset my parents,
not because I was a goody two-shoes,
but because it was just me.
I was always the quiet one, the peacekeeper.

Now that I'm older, I want to break out of this image,
to live a little, to explore myself.
But my mum just can't accept that.
She thinks I 'm becoming rebellious and
compares me to my older sister who went to live on her own.
She thinks I'm going to be like her and thinks she arouses me to do the same thing.

Well I'm not like her!
I'm me and she's herself, we're totally different!!
I'm not going to do things because she did it,
but because it's by my own choice.
It's my life dammit! I can do what I want with it.
It's my choice, not someone else's!

I wish she'd just understand.

Heels

So, past thursday, I saw on my schedule I only had two seminars
and decided that since I only had so much of class, I'd go on heels.
I'm not a heels person.
I'm more of a 'clothes for comfort' not 'clothes for looks' kinda person.
Not that I dislike heels, no I do like them,
but it's just that I'm not accostumed to them.
Even if I don't wear them often, when we went shopping last time,
Mum buyed me a great pair of Oxfords and since the moment I got them,
my little sister (16 years old, mind you) kept on complaining to me how I didn't wear them and convinced me to wear it at least once at school.
So I put them on and went to school, deciding it wasn't bad at all.

Oh how wrong was I!!
I hadn't kept in mind how high they were, seven centimeters.
At the end of my school day, my feet hurt like hell.
The next day I put on my flats again

Call credit

I don't have any call credit anymore.
All gone.
All because I've spended it on messaging.
'That isn't so unusual', you think.
'It happens to me all the time'
But with me it doesn't.
This is actually the first time it happened.
Since I've entered college, I've gotten so many friends
and I'm having so much fun messaging them.

I'm so happy ^^