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fairy-cat-mother · 5 years

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Hey Everyone!

Kitten Update

About a month and a half ago, I posted a few videos of five little kittens we found in our back yard.

These past few weeks have been a whirlwind, from finding these lil guys in our shed, to dealing with eye infections, to finding out they all had swimmers syndrome (a rare condition where the muscles and ligaments in their back legs are weak and can’t support their weight properly) and trying to find vets in our area who knew anything about the condition.

Through it all, @motheroflittlelions was there to help. She initially contacted me about the kittens after she watched a video I had posted, and recommended that I ask a vet about their legs. Thus, how we found out about their weak leg muscles. No one in our area really knew anything about it, and the Internet was full of scary stories...things weren’t looking good. But Babs asked around, used her knowledge and brought us peace of mind with all her advice and wisdom. We finally found a vet specialist about an hour and a half away who was able to help and give us therapy exercises to do with the little guys. All thanks to Babs and her advice and support, these kittens are well on their way to being healthy.

And, as if she wasn’t already a goddess, not only did Babs offer her time and wisdom freely, but she also made some donations and opened writing commissions to raise more funds for vet and travel costs.

So, from the bottom of my heart, and on the behalf of these little fur balls, I want to say a huge thank you to @motheroflittlelions and to everyone who donated through her kofi and commissioned her. My heart is beyond full, and my eyes have been like waterfalls these past few weeks. You all are incredibly generous, and I am thankful beyond what words could ever describe.

@motheroflittlelions you are a literal angel, and I mean that. Thank you.

There is still a lot of work to be done in the next few weeks with vaccinations and meds and exercises, but they’re little troopers and I know they’re gonna be okay.

I’ll keep posting updates on the kittens’ in the future weeks and months!

Until next time, enjoy the best part of our days: play time :3

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💖 Meet The Kittens 💖

Odin.

A.K.A Pretends To Be Tough Guy...A.K.A. Actual Big Softie. He was the first to develop an infection, and it was only in one eye at first. So we called him Odin...because he was scrunching one eye shut akdjwjdhakxj. He likes to jump and pin down his lidl siblings and he is the biggest out of all 5 of them. He attacks everything. But. He is big softie. He loves to snuggle with mama and sibs. Even lets them lay on top of him. I cry 😭

Arya.

Bravest of them all. She is the runt of the litter. Smol lidl gurl. But, she was the first to come see us (and the first to come get wet food...every time skdjskdjsj). She’s super adventurous and is always wandering and exploring. And. She got the most hops I think 😂

Leia.

It’s after the famous Princess that Leia gets her name. Why? Well for one, we called her Leia one day, and it stuck. But also, she was the first to climb up the wooden bench. She a rebel. She fierce. She’s a force to be reckoned with. She also still needs help getting down from the bench skdjsehshsjdhs

Pluto.

He’s a bit of a loner. He’s also smol (second smallest out of them all). So by Roman mythology standards, and by astronomy standards, we think his namesake matches. He hides in corners. And inside cardboard boxes. And he sleeps. A lot. But when he’s awake? Holyshityo. He be pappin’ 😂😂😂

Merlin.

Bruh. Let me tell you. My heart just about stopped. This mischievous lidl kitten. Disappeared under the floorboards of our shed for a full three hours and didn’t make a goddamned sound. We did a kitten check—counted 5 kittens. Went to go get food for them. Came back. 4 kittens. We were terrified. We eventually found her underneath the floor through a crack in the wall via phone camera angled just right. And then spent half an hour coaxing her out. This is why she is called Merlin. She’s a damn wizard gahddangit 😭😭😭 we’ve since boarded and stuffed up all holes

Picture Time~ 😻

Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. My hands are full. Of kittens 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

Before we learned how to swaddle a kitten.

Swaddle Achievement Unlocked: Kitten Burrito

(Benefits: they feel safe in burrito form, it’s way easier to administer eye drops skdjskd, friggin’ CUTE 😭)

Trip to the vet. A.K.A. Cuddle Time 😭💖

Vet visit. They don’t like this part so much, but the vet said they were the best little kittens and really calm (for kittens lol). Good jorb kittens!!!

All kittens are a healthy weight, thankgahd 😭

Merlin likes to sleep on her big brother Odin (more evidence that Odin is a big softie skdjskdjsj) 😭😭😭😭😭

Everyone, thank you again for your generosity.

Bless you all ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡💖💖💖💖💖

With Indescribable Amounts of Feels and Gratitude,

Fairy, signing off 💖😭🙏

#💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖#meet the kittens

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sternerstufftoys · 4 years

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The Girl One

(Oh look, the Shockwave pose. The Sexisms ARE ALL DEAD)

If you've been following these little reviews over the last few days then I think I'm ham-fistedly hammered home the theme that the 1986 Autobot lineup was going for - easy identification through a primary colour palette of personalities. Today's figure - Arcee - is no exception to this, so in addition to Fast, Old, Dumb, Smart we can now add Girl. Yes, Girl was considered enough to be a unique personality in 1986. Oh man, this is uncomfortable.

Considering she was made to explicitly prove that girls were into the Transformers too and deserved representation, she swings back and forth on that axis hard. She's implied to kick ass and be as tough as her male counterparts, yes, but then she spends an inordinate time worrying over the safety of others and being protective rather than proactive. This is to say nothing of what happened when Hasbro's influence fell away and the Headmasters anime relegated her to staying back home doing busywork for the others. It comes to something when this isn't even in the top ten worst instances of stereotyping to come out of Japanese Transformers media. At least they weren't able to get her naked.

Of course, the pendulum swung back way too hard with her IDW appearances, starting with a horrendously misjudged attempt to examine gender in Cybertronian society that was later addressed but left profound and difficult problems with both Arcee's character and the IDWverse as a whole, more than a little troubling in her depiction of being transgender. Now she was a bloodthirsty psychopath who took a decade of rehabilitation before she was even slightly recognisable.

So what of the toy? It's very, very Arcee. Pink all over, Princess Leia buns, skinny proportions and barely an inch that can actually transform. Yeah, this is the problem with female transformers isn't it? Aside from Windblade and Elita-1 they almost always just carry their alt mode on their backs like disturbingly sexy tortoises. Arcee's doesn't jut out as far as Moonracer et al, but it's still a hefty old rucksack she has to hoik around on that slender frame. The few touches of black help break up the pastel onslaught of pink and white, so cheers Takara for omitting them so you could be screen-accurate in your version. And with those tiny hands she is forced to eschew the usual 5mm hand holes, instead getting rectangular slots that have an edge of plastic at the bottom that stops her gun handles from going all the way through. Why? It's infuriating, and makes it look like she's not even sure how to properly hold a gun. Considering she comes with two of the damn things as well as a pair of IDW-inspired swords it's incredibly frustrating.

(seriously if anyone knows of a safe way to trim down that little hand-shelf please let me know)

The guns actually fit snugly into her alt mode, and the transformation, though a bit weird the first few times, eventually just rolls right out with a few neat flourishes. You end up with something Lady Penelope might drive on Parker's day off for when she needs to pop down to Lidl for a top-up of Prosecco and a scratch card. It's a fine enough motor, certainly stands out alongside the rest of the Autoboys, and while it manages to hide away the guns, the swords have to awkwardly plug into the sides. Meh. Leave 'em. They're not much fun anyway and Arcee's sweet smiling mush is far too friendly to evoke her utterly mental IDW self.

I mean, I like Arcee's toy quite a lot, and it's still the best Arcee toy we've got overall. She's a history lesson all in herself. Look closely enough at her and you can see the entire sordid history of female characters in Transformers and all the problems invented along the way. I'd probably be more at ease with the thing if she could hold her guns right.

#transformers #maccadam #toy review #arcee #season 3 autobots

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aoibaratraveler · 5 years

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UK Road Trip Week 5

Day 29:

Had a really easy morning and took our time leaving because we really wanted to savour having a bed and a room a bit longer before hitting the road again. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t dreading getting back onto the road to continue our adventure, we just wanted to make sure we were fully charged up and ready to go. Before setting off we made sure to play with the host’s dogs some more. We stopped at Lidl for some snacks…that we really shouldn’t have bought in retrospect, we’ve been eating a lot of junk on this trip. We set off to Stirling from there. During the drive I noticed that I had a mosquito bite on my face, I had been so successful so far in avoiding those damn things but somehow it got my face and now I have a horribly itchy spot that looks like a pimple, it’s pretty annoying but oh well. We only really just quickly drove through Stirling which I thought wasn’t so bad, it was really crowded and raining, after all, we were able to get a good look at Stirling castle which was interesting. It was a very odd old looking castle. The walls were that of a regular castle but the actual building looks like an old manor of some sort. We drove straight to Loch Lomond after Stirling as per what we had originally planned but when we got there we realized that was kind of senseless and that it would make more sense to drive straight up to in Inverness so as to do the North Coast 500 road tour for the next 7 days and then just explore Loch Lomond on our way back down through Scotland. We drove through a pretty spectacular motorway on the A9 road to get up to Inverness which I recommend to anyone that wants to do a road tour of Scotland; such glorious sights, it was a stunning mountain and was very reminiscent of my home province of British Columbia, Canada. We were even lucky enough to see a rainbow going over the mountains. It made me wish that we could live in Scotland so that we could do this sort of drive on the regular. We chose to stop in a retail business park just outside of Inverness to relax and stretch our legs after having just done a 3.5-hour drive straight. Scotland really does seem much more laid back about things in general in comparison to England. For instance, if you’re in literally any place other than a big city in Scotland then pretty much every car park is free which is amazing when you want to just leave the car and go explore. We thought for sure that the car park at Loch Lomond National Park would cost money but nope, free. Another awesome thing about Scotland is that you can pitch up your tent almost anywhere in the wilderness as long as there are no cows or sheep around and not have to pay a thing. It can only be for a period of 2 or 3 days but that works just great for us since we won’t be in any one place for too long. There was a cinema in the retail business park showing any movie for £4.99 so since it was still only 8 and the movies were so cheap, we thought why not. We saw Once Upon A Time in Hollywood, which I recommend. Afterward, we drove to a lay by out near Loch Ness and parked up and pitched up with the rain coming down horribly.

Day 30:

Woke up to the bf wiping the windows, when you sleep in a car, a lot of condensation forms on the windows if you’ve had them closed all night. I had actually slept in till 9 which is unusual for having slept in the car. We had breakfast and organized the car and I decided to read the last couple of chapters of Harry Potter book 5 when suddenly the car made an alarming beeeeeep! The car battery had gone flat. We tried to flag a few cars down to help us jump-start the battery but then resigned to calling AA. The bf has a membership with them anyway but we figured it would take them a while to get there. While we waited for them to come we went down to the lakeside/lochside of Loch Ness to explore for a bit. It’s quite sad that Scotland has opened its country for people to camp anywhere they like and yet people still litter everywhere. On the lakeside/lochside we saw several littered disposable barbecues, a shopping bag, and a bucket. Well, we didn’t finish with the AA until about 1:30. From Loch Ness, we drove into Inverness to the tourist info centre to see if we could get a map of some sort. Once that was dealt with we began the drive of the North coast 500 but counter-clockwise, just because we felt that suited us more. There are so many small-town/villages along the route, it’s quite funny how small they are - we were able to drive-through some, in and out, in under a minute. We stopped at Dingwall and had some instant noodles for a late lunch. Through the course of this trip, I’ve gotten the bf to actually enjoy and crave instant noodles and afternoon tea (of course he still doesn’t like to drink tea). He used to always avoid noodles in a soup because he’s not much of a soup person but will now eat them with me so I feel quite happy about that. From Dingwall, we drove through Loch Fleet National nature reserve, past the gorgeous, tropical-looking beach of Embo by Carn Laith, a remnant of the iron age, and finally arrived in Helmsdale where we would pitch up at a high off lay by with a beautiful view of the sea for the night. We didn’t cover as much road as I thought we would but I feel pretty content with our 1st day of route 500 ….

Day 31:

Have you ever woken up randomly, early in the morning but then realized you were still really tired so you went back to sleep and told yourself that whatever you want to do can wait until later? That’s me every day recently but what’s unfortunate this time was when I woke up randomly I saw the sunrise peeking out through the window. I thought “Oh how pretty…I’m just gonna sleep in a bit more and watch it later”. Well, when I woke up later I realized what I had done and felt like crap especially since it was the last time we were going to be on the east coast and in such an opportune spot for a little while. That’s fine, I’ll make it my mission to wake up in a good spot for the sunrise soon enough, mark my words. Anyway, today we managed to cover a lot of ground although I didn’t feel like we did. That’s because although it’s a beautiful drive there are not many points of interest for us to stop at on the east side of the NC500. We left Helmsdale and drove to just outside of Lybster to a place called “Hill O’Many Stanes”, which is a historical landmark. Many hundreds or thousands of years ago, it is not for certain why but maybe 30 to 50 stones the size of footballs were planted on a Hill and dotted around in a circle. There are a few theories why like they were possibly put there as memorials of the dead. I don’t know what it is about the UK and their historical landmarks surrounding stones. First, there was Stonehenge in England, and now this and I’m sure there’s another landmark coming up on this trip to do with stones being erected on the ground. Actually, now that I think about it, there is a place similar to Stonehenge on the Isle of Portland, but it certainly isn’t as heavily regarded and I’m not sure if it has a name. After admiring these stones for a bit, we then parked up down the hill and made some coffee. We then drove to the Castle of Old Wick just outside of Wick, where we saw the spectacular view of a cliffside and a horrifyingly scary view of how far the sea was below and then we walked around and imagined what it would have been like back then for people to have built a castle on the edge of a cliff. From there, we drove to Duncansby Head and John O’Groats, the most northern tip of mainland UK. This is also a very small town but because of what it is known as it was very crowded with tourists from all over. It was pretty cool though because we could see some of the Orkney islands from there and to be honest, it looked mostly like it is farmland, barely inhabited. After a few obligatory photos, we set off to somewhere in between John O’Groats and Dunnet Bay, where we parked up at a nearby Tesco and had instant noodles for lunch while listening to the Abroad in Japan podcast. We then checked out Dunnet Bay, we fooled around a bit there, skipped stones in the water and just had a good time. I love beaches, especially deserted ones, they’re relaxing and even better when there is the view of mountains in the background. This was probably 1 of 3 beaches that we stopped throughout the day just to explore and walk around. I found a really pretty shell at one of them too. I think the other beaches we stopped at were Strathy Bay and Torrisdale Bay. From there we drove without stopping too long to Durness, where we parked up and made a sort of spaghetti soup for dinner. The drive there was - you know I’ve been saying it a lot, so from now on when I talk about something, you just gotta assume it’s pretty freakin awesome! We drove around lush valleys and lochs, it felt more like we were somewhere in Iceland or something. I honestly thoroughly recommend this drive to anyone and everyone to do in the future. This part of Scotland actually reminded me a lot of Canada as well,l which makes sense because an info sign along the route said that Scotland was its own island for a while and joined up with Wales and England about 430 million years ago but before then it is thought to have been a broken-off bit of land from North America! That’s definitely something. I’ll never forget this drive and I only hope some of the footage I have taken has captured even 10% of its beauty.

Day 32:

Soon after waking up and driving somewhere to freshen up, the bf and I both seemed to be craving chocolate and we were in luck because there happened to be a popular albeit expensive chocolate cafe nearby called “Cocoa Mountain”. The bf and I both ordered a large hot chocolate that was simply delectable and probably the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had. We accompanied our drinks with two treats; a chocolate fudgy brownie and a cheese and spring onion tart that were also very good. Once we were done savouring that little treat, we went to the heavily populated with tourists Smoo Cave. We had visited caves in Wales but this cave was huge! It really had a mysterious vibe to it and even had a waterfall in it. It was very cool and well worth a visit again, I just wish there weren’t so many people. Apparently, on good weather, they do inner cave tours on a boat, but after so much rainfall, the waterfall and stream were too strong to venture further in. Later on, we drove to Oldshoremore beach. We stopped a lot along the way for photos though. The NC 500 is very scenic drive and I wouldn’t mind driving it again but next time it will be when we’re sure the weather will be good and if and when we have a camper van. All the beaches along the route were just so beautiful and I loved stopping at them. We walked for a bit along the water but I accidentally stepped too close and got my boots soaked. My Salomons are supposed to be waterproof but I put them in the washing machine once and I forgot why but that may have damaged the integrity of the waterproof material. Anyway, we went back to the car park to clean my boots and apply more waterproof spray and then made instant noodles for lunch. From there we drove to two more viewpoints called the Assynt and Drumbeg viewpoints. They were similar in that they both had a view of lochs, mountains, and the surrounding small islands, but the atmosphere at them was different from one another. We had overcast at one and sunny skies at the other so that could have been part of it, but it was also the quality of nature. One was more lush and green than the other but they were still just as breathtakingly sunning. My blog entries come out after I’ve posted photos of the places we’ve been to on Instagram, so please do give those a look. On the way to our final nature stop of the day, we chanced upon a herd of Highland cows that were just gorgeous and there were two that were just pleasantly sitting right next to each other so I had to grab a photo of that. They were so lovely. Afterward, we drove to Clashnessie Falls which was a magnificently big waterfall, but because it had been raining in that area, the river leading up to it had overflowed its banks which made the path to it muddy and hard to walk in and since my boots were still drying I was walking in my sandals. We figured it was for the best to just admire it from afar, although it would have been an amazing shot up close. We ended the day by stopping in Ullapool where we would grab some reduced dinner from Tesco’s (wasn’t the best idea) and pitching up just outside of the town for the night.

Day 33:

Today we had a load of gorgeous and scenic stops and the weather was on our side for most of the day, yay! We started off our day by taking in the sights of the Loch Broom which the town of Ullapool was situated next to. It was a great way to start the day because you had the sun shining brightly and all these gorgeous mountains in the background. From Ullapool, we began the penultimate leg of the route. This route will probably take us 6 days although online they say it should take you anywhere from 7 to 10 days if you really want to explore and do a bunch of hikes and stay longer in some places. Some people even think doing it in 12 to 14 days is better, if you have the money and time to do all the islands off the mainland as optional detours of the route, but we neither have the time money nor the transport (this route would have been way better with a camper van or RV, but we only decided to do it last minute while doing our main road trip. As I said before, we had many stops today and took so many photos on our way to Kyle of Lochalsh, where we would be ending today’s leg. I can say for certain that this portion of the route is absolutely the most scenic but I probably also feel that way because it was sunny most of the day, albeit cold (too cold for August if you ask me, but we are up north). First, we stopped at the Corrieshalloch Gorge and national nature reserve. There was a very cool suspension bridge there, but the gorge was indeed pretty far down so my fear of heights was activated a bit. There we also had a view of lovely, big waterfalls called the Falls of Measach. I’m surprised at the number of tourist areas that are free, well actually pretty much all of the spots along this route have been free whereas in Vancouver you can be sure that you’d be charged an arm and a leg to enter them. After seeing the falls, we made some coffee and then set off. I felt like every couple of minutes we were stopping and getting out of the car. To be honest I felt a twinge of annoyance about it but couldn’t really complain because there were just that many gorgeous and breathtaking sights to behold whether it was the lochs or the mountains. I don’t know what to tell you. If you haven’t got time to do the whole 5 to 7 days of the route than just spare one day to drive the stretch from Ullapool the Kyle of Lochalsh and you won’t regret it. Especially on a sunny day. Of course, you’d need to get up to a Ullapool first… but seriously we stopped so many times that I’m not even sure where exactly we stopped because the whole stretch made our jaws drop. I mean the days leading up to today we also saw a lot of amazing sights on the NC500 so I’m not selling those short by any means but I guess even though the rain did give those views a cool atmosphere, I didn’t enjoy them as much I enjoyed the views today because we had the luck of having the sun on our side. After the gorge, the plan was to stop at Ardessie Falls, Mellon Udrigle, Fire more beach, Gairloch then Redpoint and then Sheildag and Torridon and finally end off in Kyle of Lochalsh because those were the tour suggestions that I found online but for the most part we made our own stops along the route and it was awesome. I mean we did drive-through most of them. We made a detour through Torridon village, then stopped at a viewpoint in Shieldag and had lunch but finally, after a very eventful day at so many sites we got dinner in Kyle of Lochalsh and found a lay by to pitch up for the night.

Day 34:

Today didn’t really go as planned. Overall this trip has had a bunch of highlights and I’m so thankful to the BF to have been able to do this. I’m also thankful to his friend T, and my friend V, for being able to make this trip great. This trip isn’t over yet with 10 more days to go, but it’s just a shame that ever since we left the South coast of England our days have been heavily influenced by the rain. Today is one of those days. It still turned out alright though and the bf and I had a laugh. So originally the plan was for us to take a detour from the NC500 and spend the day in the Isle of Skye. I had been really looking forward to this as I had heard many good things. But from the moment we woke up the winds were so strong and the sky was heavy with overcast. Very foreboding. Actually, it made me wish I was back in Cambridge, at home, enjoying the sunny weather. Nevertheless, we drove across the long bridge from Kyle of Lochalsh to the Isle of Skye and what awaited us there were torrential rain and heavy winds. Our first stop was supposed to be a place called “The Storr”. Which is a 674 m tall landslip with a rocky face on one side and a grassy slope on the other, it was supposed to be a very dramatic sight, but because of the low cloud and rain, you couldn’t see a thing. Didn’t stop a bunch of tourists from getting out and trying to take photos, but we carried on since we didn’t think it seemed worth getting wet for. After that, we drove by another tourist stop that I hadn’t accounted for, at a waterfall called Kealt Falls. We thought about carrying on but the bf though the weather might add some drama to the falls. Since I was the only one with boots on and what I thought was a decent rain jacket (it’s old and worn), I went off on my own to see if it was worth both of us getting out for. Big mistake. The rain and winds were cruel and it felt like I was being blown away. The view was pretty but not really worth getting thoroughly soaked for. I went back to the car and I was shivering and had a headache from the cold winds. I am glad I tried though because now I know that I don’t want to be out in that weather. We spent the rest of the day in the car which wasn’t so great for our legs. They were both swollen and achy by the end of it. At least I learned from this experience that I need a new rain jacket and should definitely buy some waterproof trousers. We didn’t stop anywhere else in Skye unfortunately so I would like to think I would go back one day. We drove to the northernmost part of the island and then all the way back down to Kyle of Lochalsh while enjoying the views of the dramatic weather over the dramatic mountains. On the drive back down to Kyle, we saw two beautifully pronounced rainbows that were really quite the sight. Once back, we got Chinese takeaway and then agreed to leave early and drive to the next village of Strathcarron and stay there for the night. Except that didn’t happen. The bf and I were so into our conversation about tons of random crap that I hadn’t been paying attention to the map and he missed the turnoff on the road. We were so deep in conversation and that an hour had passed and neither of us noticed! The drive was only supposed to take 30 minutes, I thought it felt like a long 30 minutes….xD we weren’t even at the end of the NC 500 route anymore. He had taken a southbound road that would still get us back to Inverness, but on a completely different route. It so wasn’t so bad though, we were essentially driving through Woodland forests that took us along the other side of Loch Ness that we were originally on before we started the NC500 route. This side had all the Loch Ness monster tourist stuff; I was wondering where they all were! Eventually, we got back to the same retail business park we had begun this mini-adventure, and then the bf got out to stretch his legs while I stayed inside to keep warm and write. By the time we found a layby we were both exhausted and ready to call it a day.

Day 35:

Had a day off from traveling today. We both needed it and our legs were swollen from spending all day the day before sitting in the car so we spent some time aimlessly walking through Inverness and playing pokemon go.

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4seasonstale · 4 years

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Living (the impossible) Life

It has been my Day-35 of practicing #dirumahaja or #stayathome movement due to COVID-19 global outbreak. I miss my boyfriend, so badly. I feel grateful that at least we have plan our weekend perfectly before all this craziness starts, we spent a wonderful weekend together, meeting our family and friends, visiting our favorite city.

Other than that, I miss going to the mall, and Starbucks, spending my lunch talking with my friends, window shopping, travelling without worry or simply planning it... The thing I dislike about this situation is the degree of uncertainty. We don’t know when will it stop. We don’t get to plan our next meeting, our next destination, not even those we have booked and prepare perfectly like wedding, moving or a trip.

There are days when I sit with our family travelling album, wondering if I can take my parents for a vacation they always want and to recreate the joy. It also scares me to see my grandmother cough and listened to her stating how afraid she was which made her very distracted. If it get worsen, she could need medical help and go to the hospital, while it is not advised to do so at this time as it risk her to be exposed by the virus. But the worst part is not being able be with my boyfriend for longer period than we used to. I don’t want to say the italic part as “for unspecified amount of time” (like so many announcement I created at work) or trying to count the days... because I believe we will meet sooner than we ever dare to dream. We will make a way for it.

Anyway, as I make up my mind to finally talk about this topic, I realize something that my boyfriend told me in a simple sentence : everything happen for a reason. I realize that this situation, has, undeniably, bright side.

To be fair, I’ve got to admit there are things that I appreciate much more than I used to. Like, grocery shopping, I always complain about grocery store in Indonesia. The racks are narrow and the choices are limited, i compare it with albert heijn even Lidl hahaha... I usually put it up for days and ended up not having anything in my fridge, thinking it won’t big a deal as we can order food from Gojek/Grab. But, this month, 3 hours grocery shopping feels like a treasure hunt. It was so exciting, I felt joyful just looking at 5 different type of cheese and could think of 10 different ways to cook it at home.

One of my grocery result : home-made mozarella salmon pizza

This is crazy how we are forced to change our daily life abruptly. Suddenly, the normal traffic jam and long queue become a luxury and giving no damn to this protocol risks you to either kill yourself or people around you.

However, of all the change that I experienced, the one that I did not see coming is work from home. So, let’s talk about it. Only the WFH stuff. Not, COVID-19 situation.

My first reaction after the work-from-home regulation was announced was: This is unbelievable! Never in my wildest imagination, I will be able to stay full-time at my home, while trying to do adult stuff like working. I feel like one of my unspoken wish, come true. I still work full-time, but not having to stuck at the office from 8 to 5.

I have to say working 8 to 5 is not my piece cup of tea. What troubled me? Does it have to do with routine? Is routine boring? Not at all, I love routine and I realize how much it helps me to stay productive, but I love some (a lot! actually) degree of freedom to do modification while doing my routine (ISFP impulsiveness alert). To simplify, that is a little privilege that I have now.

I don’t know if it can ever happen again in the future. I mean, like if it ever become a free-risk choices, I would take it. But, in our normal society, isn’t it too good to be true, that your CEO would allow you to have this kind of arrangement if they are not forced by the real danger of this situation? I even have to confess, as much as I enjoy it, I feel guilty of being more afraid once the normal work-from-office time has returned rather than keeping being in this status quo.

Anyway, I have decided that despite all the anxiety and uncertainty that frustrating me, I choose to appreciate this moment. I choose to make this moment as a gift.. that in my last year being a single woman, I have a period to spend time with my family and being able to pick-up and explore new skills and hobby.

Breakfast with Salmon and Avocado Toast :) Sorry that I ate it before I captured it, as I want to know whether it’s really tasty or not before I shared it

I am eternally grateful that this past month, I am allowed to optimized my day and insert some activity that I have no energy to do in my “normal” days at the office. Like, picking up new activity almost every day during during lunch time: from working out to learn new piano sheet, following new breakfast recipe before starting my work at 8 AM, trying out new stuff (like how to do mail merge when I got new assignment hahaha), video call with my fiancee in the middle of the day and spending more time with my parents and grand mother.

Ghirardeli Mocha with Cinnamon and Chia Seeds

I hope we find the spirit to find our rainbow everyday in this situation and to realize that to be busy, socializing, travelling and get sense of what an ideal life should be are a privilege that we shouldn’t take for granted anymore.

#covidquarantine #work from home

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recalibr8 · 5 years

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Take Yo’ Praise

Gather at my knee, children. Snuggle close, listen keenly with shiny upturned faces as I tell you takes of the old world, of castles, princesses and heroes. Look, there, treasures are just beyond your grasp. But step with care along my path, my dears, for here be dragons. Hold each other close. Are you ready?

Yup, I’m a fifty year old doctor and I have opened the dusty book of anecdotage and am living my life slowly backwards for everyone else’s benefit. Back in the day. When consultants lived up beanstalks, phones were just phones and nurses wore hats indoors.

But I’m going to suggest a heretical concept. Enjoying the journey before the destination (I’m writing this delayed on the Dublin tarmac so that’s very literal). Stopping to pat yourself on the back even if that is not what you are used to doing.

Last week, I told one of my brilliant student tutees that finally I’d paid off most of the big debts, had a plan for money (bar that NHS pensions thing, grrr) and could step out of the Lidl queues and regularly shop in Sainsbury’s. But not Waitrose. I don’t do private work. This wasn’t an opener by the way, we were talking about money in training and beyond. She paused, looked my haggard, storytelling face and said. Urgh, does it take THAT long then?

She was right. She’d calculated the debts she had to pay and the ones she could let lie. The money she had to blag and the money she could earn. Her impressive intellect had calculated career long into the future and it was going to be OK. Probably. And then she could relax. It’s a heck of a long wait.

We’re all so goal orientated. Which is a good thing. But eyes on the prize means you can miss all the gold stars you’ve gathered along the way. That’s what appraisals and portfolios and work place assessments are meant to be of course. A happy little record of what we’ve done to proudly clutch to our bosom as we fall asleep. But actually, we worry about the one thing we didn’t do, the one thing we didn’t achieve and forget about the good things we did.

I think we are in danger of doing too much. In blog-inception, here is a story I’ve written as an &me ambassador for the truly wonderful Doctors Support Network, reducing the stigma of mental health difficulties in doctors and vets. Please, please read the stories. So much humanity. https://www.dsn.org.uk/dr-serena-haywood-me-anti-stigma-campaign TL:DR, I do too much in order to keep my depression at bay. It shuts up my inner voice (OK, it’s my dad) telling me I’m lazy and a disappointment if I do just one more thing. Then I can rest. It’s quite tiring and at times I’ve been quite not right. I’m always happy to chat if you’re the same.

So celebrate the things you’ve done. Play with all your toys now, not when you’re too old and gassy to enjoy them. Doctors used to be seen as insufferably big headed but still adorable. I don’t think there’s enough big headedness any more. Of course, never at anyone’s expense and never be boring. But be proud. Sit down and go, I’m doing alright. I didn’t think I’d be able to do x and now I am. If she can do y, good for her but LOOK AT MY X. My x is pretty good.

I blame the 80’s and 90’s when lunch was for wimps and only complete turnips took two bottles into a shower. Now we can’t stop. Ok, I’m the one blogging on a plane that’s finally taken off. But pretty darn pleased I went to a conference and met good people who wanted to talk to me. That I’m proud of.

So maybe be happy with less. And I don’t just mean food and plastic. But because your less is pretty damn good. Believe me when I say there’s work out there for you. It’s a buyers market right now, babes. Do a course or an exam because you want to; it’s more fun that way and you’ll learn better because dopamine. Get everything signed off, obvs, but be very proud. My 15 year old self would be impressed I think. And I dress the same so it’s all good.

Ok, my delightful breakfast had arrived and I’m celebrating my achievements via the medium of horizontal milk sachets and a Stoats bar.

May you days be filled with clingfilmed pastries, listeners. You deserve it x

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jakestravels · 5 years

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Europe 2019: Day 19 - Berlin

I took advantage of the only full day I had in Berlin by sleeping in. Well, sorta. Unbeknownst to me, there was 6 AM construction outside the open window. But closing the window meant more heat, so I decided to go down to the kitchen area and get some much-needed water as well as wait out the noise. Sure enough the worst of it subsided by 8, and I got a few more hours of sleep.

I decided to check out record stores. I hadn’t done much of it on this trip due to the lack of space in my bag, but now that I knew I had my bag coming, I figured I could. So I mapped out some places and started my walk.

I stopped off at the Lidl for lunch. Can I just say again how much I love European grocery stores? For €1.69, I got this fun little cup, filled with cous cous, chickpeas, hummus and falafel:

Yum. And so cheap.

One of the things I like most about record store exploring is that while some record stores are down in the touristy bits (and they’re always the worst stores, natch) the ones off the beaten path give you a better store, a better experience, and you get to wander down streets where you don’t see another tourist. But it’s always weird to see how other cultures batch their music, and many European stores used this incredibly antiquated term:

Yeah, uh, no. But a yes to this:

Also, it’s weird when you run into a place you’ve been, but you come to it from another side and didn’t even realize it until you are looking at it. I remember this bridge from four years ago. Then:

Now:

I have never taken so many damn selfies in my life.

After, I came back to the hostel and got caught up with some Aussies, Kiwis and a lone Scotsman for a “drinking game.” I use those quotation marks quite purposefully, as there was hardly competition. The Scot and I prevailed, and ended up out at 4 AM for some chow.

I always forget to take pictures of these things!

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thesmite-blog1 · 7 years

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Swingers Club

I walked down the Tischbeinstrasse after waking up all my flatmates, who after a long night and an early and rough awakening, found it hard to show emotions, not to blame. I decided to go meet Cualè directly at his place, but on the phone he claimed he was somewhere else. Still we said we would meet there, so I walked slowly over the snow, proud of my brand new second hand 2 euro boots, that later happened to be pretty uncomfortable and not so warm as I thought. After a quick meal and some ridiculous planning, we decided to look for cars at the cross by Papierfabrik, in Kaufungen. We tried a couple of spots not long before we started losing our hope way to soon. But its always like that, I thought, specially when youre not that experienced with this hitchiking thing. Our first car was a group of three nice ladies, who thought they could find us a better place to do it, but it turned out they were wrong. We jumped in the car with our bags which are almost as big as us, and packed ourselves like sardines to a point where I personally could only see my own bag. A girl on my left being sandwiched against the door said her name was Vanessa. The other two in the front also said their names but the sound couldn't pass through my backpack. Six minutes later they dropped us out in a gas station away from the highway, we thanked them and almost immediately looked for the train that took us to Papierfabrik, once again. We occupied our little strategic hitchhiking position once more, and after an hour aproximately a car called us from far away, opening his automatic doors as an invitation to jump in. His name is Woitek, a polish guy who lives in Germany with his family. He showed himself incredibly friendly, offering to drive us to a much better better place by the highway. After thanking him for his kindness we found a new carboard box where we wrote "FRANKFURT". Walking around the gas station bored of waiting I found a yellow ball which I kicked in Cualès direction. I didnt even get him, but he turned around confused holding a package of 1 kg of musli. We started munching musli, placing our Frankfurt sign on the floor, and after a couple of minutes Tobias, a nice family guy from Mannheim, aproached us and said he could drive us even further than Frankfurt to a gas station where we could reach the A-5 easily. Tobias only warned us that he loved listening to metal in the car. We couldnt be happier. Tobias told us he has a nice family with two kids (a young youtuber and a younger painter), a succesful scale construction business and a passion for ac/dc and grindcore. We saw a beautiful sunset from his car as we arrived in Mannheim, where he drove us to his business/work place, and showed us a collection of vintage scales of his own. He parked his work car and moved us to a smaller private car with which he took us to a gas station not far from Mannheim. We felt sad to leave his car, apart from the warmth and the metal, because he was a great person and a better talk. We waited at the gas station for about 40 minutes, 10 of which I spent watching out for my phone that was connected to a power plug inside the store, and hidden between 2 Little Ponies and under a DIY bracelet set. Minutes later I aproached a customer named Jean, a young German guy who was friendly as the first sun of spring in Kassel. He claimed he could take us anywhere on his way to Tübingen where aparently he was being expected by his dad. His car (also a work car) though small held me and Cualè plus our 2 bags and a fancy bar chair inside. Jean was supposed to transport that chair and its twin partner, but decided to leave one at the station just to fit us inside. Faith in humanity restored. A great conversation we had, so much so that we missed the spot where we had planned to bail out, but still got driven to a big stop station by the highway, where after a cigarette he drove away. Jean even gave us 4 small bottles of mineral water that later saved our thirst. As a scottish friend would say, what a nice cunt. Some minutes after that I realised I had left my small hand bag in his car, where my sketchbook, my camera, all my drawing pens and my phone charger were. As a scottish friend would say, what a stupid cunt. Luckily we had just exchanged contacts over facebook. I wrote him already and he said he will send me the bag. Gotta love this guy. We aproached to the gas station with yet another carboard sign that read "STRASSbourg". I aproached as much people as possible but it wouldnt work. We tried in intervals of 30 minutes, until the -6 degrees made us stay for the night in the cafeteria, where we could sit and stay, but not sleep, enterprise policy, I guess. We started sketching portraits of each other, playing ukelele and observing a man with a serious addiction to fruit machines, but slowly our eyes started to close on their own. We slept 10, 20, 30, 5 minutes, the whole time nervous because it was forbidden, sleeping on a seat with people passing by and our bags unwatched. We did it from 00:30 to 6 in the morning, it wasnt pleasant at all. We fed ourselves with the musli all night and part of the morning, until Dee, a lovely girl from Louisiana accepted to drive us to Karlsruhe. We had a great talk in the car, where after a night of freezing, we felt like at home. Dee seemed to be new in germany where she is visiting some friends and learning german. It was a wonderful way to wake up. At around 8:30 we reached karlsruhe, and Dee drove us all the way into the city to the park lot of a Lidl. We jumped out and thanked her endlessly for her hospitality and huge heart. We decided to make a strategic stop in Lidl to buy some decent food and maybe a fucking charger for my phone, where we pretty much planned every single step thanks to the GPS. We found the food but not the charger, so after eating out on the street as the sun took place up in the blue sky, we walked looking for a Media Markt that a grandpa recommended me. With little sleep behind us, walking around with huge bags became lastrous but we managed to find the place, where for only 14,99 I adquired a brand new charger. I charged the phone up to 15 percent and then we left following Google's indications, looking for the exit of Karlsruhe that took us around 40 minutes of exhausting walk, finally arriving to a spot where we didnt expect at all to stop a car, since we just threw our bags and placed the sign that read "STRASboug A-5" on the floor, just to have a rest and smoke a fag. After 4-5 minutes a car parked right in front of us on the sidewalk. A young guy named Nils came out to take us up to the highway exit in the A-5 where we could find a lift to Strasbourg. He fit the kid's seat along with our bags in the trunk, before driving us away. The car was cozy and warm and so was Nils. Not cozy, but damn was he warm. He comes from Karlsruhe, where he met his peruvian wife. We had a nice conversation about languages, and australian points of interest. Nils showed himself close and very friendly, almost familiar, making our day. When we reached our destination, he jumped out and gave us his business card wirh his contact information, wishing us a great trip and giving us a warming honest hug. He had hitchhiked before, he knew the struggle. Thats why he saw our sign and drove around to pick us up. He also showed interest in a documentation of our trip, to which I gave him the adress of this blog. If you're reading this Nils, we love you, youre great. You too Jean! We went for a piss and unfolded our "STRASbourg A-5" sign, and started walking a bit backwards willing to give cars a better chance to stop. I asked Cualè why he had wrote bourg in small letters and he claimed drivers would find it interesting. I laughed and said that the location would be tricky. No joke, 3 seconds later I looked back and a big truck had stopped about 40 meters away from us. I doubted it was for us but it was. We runned for our bags and jumped in, where Edic was looking at us with a rather cute psychopatic look. He couldnt speak much german, but a bit of a very funny english with an interesting accent. I sat in the back and after getting lost and translation a couple of times, decided to let him us drive through Strasbourg up to Nancy, where we can probably hitchhike better to lyon. And here I am, still writing, still in Edic's truck. He just said theres 10 km left so I'd better charge my phone with my new cable. Hope to write again soon. Sorry for the mistakes but writing on the road ain't easy!

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A neighbour is barbecuing outside and damn that smells good. This is the reason why I’m not a vegetarian: I have decided to only eat organic meat when I eat meat and it’s already so difficult to find foods you can eat (most restaurants don’t do organic so either you don’t eat meat or you eat some shitty vegan fake-meat [boradbeans are actually a nice meat replacement but idk about restaurants]) and all the organic meat pretty much is limited to minced meat and sausages. And everything but minced meat has just so many E-codes in them that it makes me want to avoid them too.

And it’s just so so so so so annoying because I really do like the taste of meat and sometimes when I smell meat, it’s like... almost like some animalistic instict. It just tastes so good and I feel like eating all the meat in the world and sometimes I just crave for hamburgers and whatnot just because of the meat. It’s even worse if you decide you are not allowed to eat when you know that a) meat does not make you sick and b) it tastes so fucking good and deciding to become a vegetarian is like deciding to never use the computer again. I just can’t do it. Some days I’ve been like “fuck it” and didn’t care about what I ate anymore and just ate, but then I was woken up again and decided to go back to organic meat only. And it’s so restricting, like I said - I can only eat in places where they have food made from fish which is why I almost always end up eating pizza as I always eat it with tuna.

Idk, the taste of meat just gives me so huge dopamine rush that sometimes the smell alone is making me crazy. Right now I’m not working but whenever I work with horses, my body also needs meat, not just craves but needs it. It’s very physical job and I literally cannot stay healthy nor alive if I don’t eat properly and something that can go into my muscles. I could eat only fish too, but fish in Finland is ridiculously expensive and I don’t have the money. I usually always buy fish from the -30% sale only because 1kg of fresh salmon costs 10-18€, depending on which cut it is. And it mainly comes from bred salmons in Norway and you shouldn’t even eat that that much because of the enviromental issues. And if it’s marinated and cut to pieces, it costs over 20€/kg. And if you want to buy FINNISH fish... unprepared costs over 13€/kg and cut ones can cost over 30€/kg. I often buy frozen tuna steaks from Lidl and that already is 5€ for 250g. Tuna in a can is no longer as cheap as it used to be, I buy only the MSC ones and they cost almost or over 3€/can. So if you were to eat fish every day in Finland, you’d need to be either rich or not eat anything for the last 2 weeks of every month.

So, that is the biggest reason for why I can’t be vegetarian. Another one being that I literally start to feel sick and weak if I go too long without meat. Like I said, it’s not as bad now as I don’t work and I can survive by eating fish or broad bean stuff to replace the meat but I can’t do that for too long until I start to feel really weak. And I have a habit to listen to my body and it will tell me what it needs when it needs it - it will crave for foods when I’m in need of vitamins and such. Last year, when I was to Poland and I was stressing to much, eating way too little and sweating 24/7, and then next week had to go to a blood test, it showed low levels of potassium. That explained why I was constantly feeling like and eating bananas, and why I suddenly craved fo avocados with herbal salt so much after seeing a photo of an avocado on an ad, and I don’t even LIKE avocados. It was because it contains lots of potassium and my body was in need of potassium. And if I don’t get enough whatever you get from meat, I start craving for meat. Be it proteins or iron or whatnot, the reason I crave it is because my body is lacking something you get from it. And I like to listen to my body.

This is also why I can feel like a moody toddler when I look at photos of hamburgers because I just feel like I restricted everything fun from myself. I have never had the best relationship with food. I have never been that good at eating and my mom has always said that I have a “bird’s stomach” because my eating habits have always gone in phases - sometimes I eat A LOT and all the time and then sometimes I eat barely anything, I’ve been like this since I was a kid. And at school we always had do little time to finish eating and I am REALLY slow at eating + the food often tasted bad, so I learnt to take as little as possible so I don’t need to throw away too much and so that I could finish with the food before the time ran out. I was often running late for lessons only because I would sit there eating for ages and not realizing the time’s passing, until I got older and understood the clock better. So eating as a process became more like a task for me. I was eating for living and a full plate always felt like a task that I did not know if I had enough time to complete. And if I did it before the time ran out, I was feeling relieved. I also remember every time I saw people eating in movies, my only concern was “how can they eat if they are not hungry?” because I could never eat if I was not hungry and thinking about being an actor and eating because of a movie scene while not hungry made me feel almost sick. And sometimes even today I feel like I’m not on the mood for eating but I have to get myself something to eat because I’m hungry, and I just feel like eating is an unpleasant task I need to complete and sometimes I just can’t finish it properly.

Things kinda turned upside down when I was depressed and never ate because I was neve hungry nor feeling the hunger - school left me hungry every time so I stopped being able to differentiate the real hunger from the normal feeling in my stomach. I was often feeling really bad because I didn’t eat and my sugar levels kept dropping so down and it was just insane, I was malnourished but I didn’t see that (and I had always been relatively skinny). And then when I was 20, I was quitting my antidepressants but it happened in the middle of too stressfull situations and I hit the rock bottom and after that I had food anxiety - fear of low blood sugar which I often call as “mental diabetes”. I don’t have a diabetes but I couldn’t tell anxiety apart from low blood sugar symptoms. So I started eating when I didn’t need to eat anything just because I had anxiety and my first thought always was “LOW BLOOD SUGAR!!! EVERYONE, PANIC, NOW!!!”

Over the couple of past years I’ve gotten over this anxiety but it sometimes takes over if I haven’t eaten a warm meal in a few days. My body starts to have symptoms of the low blood sugar anxiety and my mind satrts to obsess with food because “we need something nourishing ASAP”. There was a time when I got anxiety attacks after seeing someone eating white bread because my mind started to empathisize and think “what if they get low blood sugar because white bread is not healthy?” and that’s why I ate only rye bread. And sometimes I felt like I need to put away a piece of rye bread in case of them feeling low blood sugar so I can help them if they suddenly get low blood sugar. And if I ran out of bread at work, I would be so anxious the whole time because what if I get low blood sugar but have nothing to eat? That’s why I still carry fruit sugar pills with me everywhere I go - I don’t necessarily need to eat them, but it makes me feel better to know they are there if I need them. I immediately get anxious if I don’t have any with me and I start to create “escape plans” and how to get something to eat and where to get something to eat if there’s an “emergency”.

I’d say it’s some sort of an eating disorder but I don’t know what. It has nothing to do with losing weight or binge eating, basically it might be bit like when people want to eat as healthy as possible but it’s not that either. It’s just me “feeding” my anxiety because HSP makes me feel hunger stronger than how others feel it. I get the biggest anxiety only when I know I either don’t have access to food or when I have access but the situation might include social anxiety - schools are the worst because can’t just walk out of the room. Even at work I sometimes had food anxiety when I was driving horses because I knew I could have not taken a fruit sugar pill because I needed both my hands for driving.

Idk why I felt like opening up now. All this just because of a neighbour barbecuing? Weird.

#mcrmadness' random stuff #long post #anxiety stuff

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i-love-pomegranates · 6 years

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England masterpost

- it’s not always raining, but it rains often. clouds are REALLY fast. in half an hour you get shower, 5 minutes of clear sky, another shower, clear sky, shower again, maybe some thunder and then clear skies. it makes no sense. 3 weeks ago it was snowstorm for 5 min -> absolutely clear sky for 5 -> snowstorm for 10 -> clear sky you get the idea

- british people have different skin. you can tell them apart quite easily in cold weather actually. it’s always the weirdos who’re in T shirts at 5 degrees, or the girls wearing shorts to class at 9AM in -2. cyclists and joggers? tank tops and shorts. it literally doesn’t matter.

- there’s hardly any zebra crossing. wanna cross the street? go crazy. seriously. just cross wherever. also, traffic lights don’t make any sense. honestly, they don’t. probably that’s why everyone ignores them tbh. also roads are full of holes. not too deep, not a problem for cars, but annoying af on a bicycle. some roads are very, very bad.

- Birmingham. second biggest city in England. not even half the size of Bucharest. really tiny. really ugly. probably more than 40% of the population is not British.

- it’s cheaper to get to London by bus (126 miles) than it is to get to uni (1.5 miles) from my place. it’s also way cheaper to go Burm - Lon - Stansted than Burm - Stansted, even though Stansted is quite in the middle. all buses are National Express.

- fags are cigarettes

- spotted dick is a dessert

- “you alright?” is hello. no one says hello. it’s literally “you alright?” took me a while to stop saying “yea why”.

- “cheers” is thank you.

- “cya” is bye. i don’t get this one. you’ll prolly never see me again. anyway.

- toast sandwich is a thing. a piece of toast between to pieces of bread. miss me with that shit.

- the internet speed is... nostalgic.

- drunk white ladies over 35 are sooooooooo obnoxious damn.

- everybody does cocaine.

- everybody is “mate”, including teachers.

- pudding is literally any dessert and jams are “conserves”

- there’s a shitload of types of beer. they all suck. horrible and expensive.

- everything is so easy. you can literally do everything on your phone/ pc. bureaucracy is quite non-existent. tbh my bank doesn’t even have premises. it’s just online. it doesn’t exist.

- amazon prime is my life.

- so is bubble tea.

- rich chinese friends are nice to have.

- window decorations for college dorms: empty bottles. it’s like a show-off thing. wherever you look, hundreds of empty bottles.

- Birmingham. so dirty. litter everywhere.

- also money. money on the streets. i think i found fivers and tenners more than 20 times in a few months. feels like people are literally throwing money away.

- CHEESECAKES. and desserts in general. so GOOD so BIG and less than a pound. less. than. a. pound. food is cheap in general actually. except if you go out. i think it’s quite profitable to own a restaurant, you sell a dish for 10 times the price you pay on ingredients.

- land of convenience.

- university. amazing. don’t even get me started. 24/7 library, 248t3243628 study spaces on campus, and everybody is there to help you. there’s a department for everything. financial problems, medical, whatever. career network. career advice. personal tutors. welfare center. therapists. you name it. whatever you need is there for you. societies. anything. and resources.

- murders on a daily basis smh. safe to assume it’s better to not be out alone at night.

- if you go clubbing you go naked of overdressed. there’s no casual clubbing. you either wear a bra and panties or you look like you’re going to your quinceanera.

- so many preachers on the main street sometimes i start feeling like in 20AD Jerusalem. one time one of them screamed at me something along the lines of “what’s wrong with you, why wouldn’t you want to be a mouse”. it really got me wondering.

- NHS. God bless NHS. except for prescriptions. all prescriptions are 8.60. it doesn’t matter if you get 3 pills or 12 boxes. which is shitty when you find yourself in need of medicine on Good Friday so you have to call 111 (which is the not so emergency emergencies phone number) and then they have to send you to some GP fuck knows where but he’s not your real GP so he can only give you a prescription for the days left till your GP is back.

- white people food. no really trust me on this one. i love spicy food, like the sort of Asian spicy food that comes in “very spicy, medium spicy and normal spicy” varieties. the sort of food on which if it says spicy you know you’re going to cry. i’m all for that shit. but oriental supermarkets are far and if you go to Aldi or Lidl or whatever and you look for “spicy” food, you won’t find any. i bought some tortilla dip and some curries. in RED packages. with 3 chillies drawn on them. they didn’t have the slightest touch of spicy. literally nothing. not even a little bit. not the tiniest.

- idk i’ll update this when i think of something else cya

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dailyjennie · 7 years

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A day off

[170701] 11:09PM #5

When I woke up it was still raining but since the rain stoped in the noon we went shopping. We, my mum and I, took the bike around 4pm and we drove to the city (the sun was finally shining and my mum doesn’t have a driver license so we took the bike). On my way to the city, a pretty good idea popped into my mind. It’s an writing idea, kinda ff like. Anyways,p. Earlier at home I was like “urge, I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna get ready or make myself look social acceptable. Doing my hair will cost me like 30min at least.” So my mum was like “are you comming with me or not? Just say it.” and I responded with a “idk… I don’t have pants to wear anyways”. My mum found some pants earlier and dropped them on the tabe, and yes, I didn’t saw them. So she replied “I just laid down some trousers on the table for you”. We looked between the pants and I was like ‘idk, they’re all ugly’ (they where this dark blue jeans color, and idk but I don’t like them that much, I prefer whether light blue ones or black ones. Oh white ones are pretty too! But it was nupot just the collar, it was the way they looked too. Idk… I just didn’t liked them.) But before I was able to say so, my mum held a jeans in front of me with the comment “aren’t these yours?”. It was a light blue colored ripped jeans. I immediately fell in love. They where so pretty. For a second I was afraid it won’t fit, but when I went upstairs and tried it on, it fitted perfectly. Like Sealy, I never wore a pair of pants that felt so good. I always struggle with pants, but those are perfect. I combined it with a light pink sweater, and bc I thought it would be cold outside and the sweater has holes in it I put an white shirt underneath it. The sleeves just covering my elbow.

When I went downstairs I got some face creme and put it on. I curled my lashes and putted mascara on. Then I took a hairbrush and brushed my hair (duh). The last thing I did was cleaning my glasses. As earlier mentioned, we left about 4pm and drove to the city. We arrived at ca 4:30pm. The first shop we went to was the Kik. Kik is kinda a cheap shop, which improved since the last year’s. Tbh it improved in the point quality last year after they renovated it. Anyways. We looked for a sport bra for me bc that was the only condition I had to come with my mum to the city. So bc there where just normal bra’s and sport bra’s vor kids, we had to go to the fashion shop Takko. They had sales from 70% today, but we didn’t bought anything. There where really, like really, cute bra’s, but I was looking for sport brash and the one they had didn’t really look like they would survive a month. And sport bra’s used to have big shoulder strap/holder/IdkWhatToCallButUKnowWhatIMean but they had just those noodle straps. So my mum said “let’s go to behrends (kinda a shopping mall) ans Theo upstair to the sports section” and I was like “are you crazy, that’s really expensiv! I’m not gonna waste your monney on a 30€ or 50€ sports brah” and she responded with a “let’s just check it out first”. So we went to Behrens upstairs to the sport section and as I said, they costed like 20/30€. You can tell my mum was kinda shook but she wanted to look in the fashion store next to the sport shop. So we went there, even tho I told her they where about 50€ there. As we arrived there she went to the women section and looked for bra’s. She found some, Calvin Klein, 40-50€. A small “told ya” slipped out of my mouth. “Jesus Christ, 50€?!”. She went further and I was like ‘can we please go, we can’t afford this.’ But before I spoke up we arrived at a section where puma stuff was (earlier in the sport shop I found a puma sweater but is was around 50€ so yeah (srsly I’m a slxt for puma, thanks bts)). But even tho it was 17€, I wanted it so bad. And I mean c'mon, puma is a good (known) brand and the puma socks my sister once bought where soooooo comfy, and for a brand it isn’t expensive!!? Long story short, I got a spor bra from puma and I’m super happy. Tho I feel sorry that I wasted so much money from my mum. After we bought the bra we went to Lidl, a groceries shop. We bought or stuff an headed to the pay section(?). Oh I once did an 4week intern at the kindergarten and I saw Duane, a hyperactive cute little Dutch boy. So when we finished, putted everything in our bike bag things, we headed back home. I even dropped my phone but nothing serious happened to it, pfew. When we got home around 6:40/6:50pm I almost instantly ran upstairs to go get my sister’s tablet out of my room and set outside to write about this. I started writing at 6:55pm and it’s now 10:24pm 😲 Well there were short breaks like walking the dogs, eating pancakes, and playing a partie chess with my sister (I won 😋). About the thing with my friend staying at mine for a week. It isn’t sure for 100% that she’s comming. But she texted me around 3pm and asked if she still can come and if it’s a to short term if she told me tomorrow wether she can come or not. I said it wouldn’t be a problem if she told me tomorrow. She also told me that she’s packing her luggage; wether it is she stays at mine or if she’s going on a vacation with her parents and siblings. Apropos parents and siblings: I saw her mother and sister at Kik today, but I was to shy to say hello so I tried to sneakily leave the shop, I still hate myself for that, but I understand myself (why am I so shy??) But after all I had a good day with less sadness then normal and I’m really motivated to learn Korean rn in my text book 😂. (how come that I’m always motivated to do or learn something when it’s past 9pm) It’s 10:43pm and I want to learn, great. I’m tired so nothing is going into my head anyways… tho I’m sure I can’t sleep anyways bc first my brain starts to party, makes bts imagines or repeats REALLY embarrassing moments that happened year’s ago, and secondly my neighbors are having a party, birthday party probably but idk for sure. Well, good night I guess. I will try on the bra tomorrow and tell you if it’s comfy (duh ofc it is). When my friend text me tomorrow (sunday) that she is comming next week (monday) I have to clean the whole house (c'mon everyone does it like that right? Right??). She’s allergic to cats and dogs (like me hehe) and we have cats and dogs (and chickens) at home so we really have to clean it 😂 (Before someone wonderes why we have cats and dogs even tho I’m allergic, once I was- wait, u know what, that’s an other story Ink maybe I tell u tomorrow and this had to be the end but somehow I’m bad at making an end (idk wether it’s good or bad but when I’m writing I probs release a bunch of continuations) So yeah, I’m gonna drink a glass of lemonade bc damn I’m craving it rn. Then I make a cup of tea (green tea or earl grey with milk…. guess it’s gonna be earl grey with milk) and learn some korean. (I should go to bed soon too bc I probably have to clean the whole house tomorrow and it's already 11:05pm). Good niiiight and sweet dreams♡♡♡

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