Observations on a bus

This evening on the bus I found myself carefully watching a Romany family. Probably on their way to a party. Strange that it is so interesting to watch a group of people from a different culture.  We could not really be that different. Still I always find myself observing.

A girl that was waiting to get off at a stop had managed to misplace her scarf inside her jacket. It was sticking out below her jacket on her back side. Looking like a tail. It looked a bit funny. A boy walked up behind her. He was going to get off at the same stop. Also he had something long looking like a tail hanging out from below his jacket. Something longer and thinner. Probably a belt. For a few seconds I was considering if this could be a coincidence or if there was something that I had missed. Maybe today is the official tail day? Or maybe it is to do with some sort of charity? Like the moustache thing. During the same time I also calculated how many times the girl talking on the mobile phone said ‘Do you know what I mean?’. It was nine times in total between three stops.

When I got off the bus and walked up the road that leads to our house I immediately noticed that someone had swept up the leaves that have been covering the pavement. Oh well, I was thinking, that is the official sign of that the autumn is over and that the winter has begun.

I walked inside. Feeling happy that our heating is working again and that I could take off my magic knickers after a long day in college.

Robot mood and Anxiety mood

My head is spinning and my body is aching. Symptoms of that I’m entering a new exam period. In periods like this I’m shifting between two moods. The robot mood and the anxiety mood. When I’m in the robot mood I’m not really happy and not really sad. I just keep on going and I don’t care if the apartment is a mess or if I miss my favourite TV show. But when I’m in the anxiety mood I nearly have a mental breakdown in the morning when I realise that I haven’t had the chance to iron my clothes or that the bread is turning green. I find myself shifting between these two moods. Luckily, my exams will be over in a couple of weeks. Probably there will not be many posts from me during this time.

Alarming during this exam period though is that I have started to buy a little bit of chocolate each day. I understand that this change of behaviour will not cause me any harm, but what scares me is that this is not in line with my personality. I’m usually the over healthy person that you hate. A real chocolate police. I’m even so annoying that I don’t let go in stressful periods. But this time I just cannot control myself.

A red day

There is no colour like red. The dress is vintage and the belt is my mum’s from the 80’s.

Not too scary stuff….

Conversation in the taxi, with me dressed as a pirate, on my way to my first Halloween party in Dublin:
Taxi driver: Fancy Dress ?
Me: Thanks
Taxi driver laughing
Me confused

Fancy dress parties (as I have learnt that it is called in the English language) for Halloween has turned into a bit of a tradition for me since I moved to Dublin. I am a therefore a little bit disappointed that I don’t have any time to go out for Halloween this year, and I certainly don’t have any time left over to put together a costume. And that is probably the most fun part. Maybe next year again.

Two years ago I went as Sandy…

and last year as Hilda.

3 years ago today

I was not a complete person when we first met. I did not think that I was good enough for anything and I could therefore not understand how and why you seemed to love me so much. But with your help and help from other people I slowly started to grow within. Piece by piece. But suddenly I got scared of that, perhaps, you would not like the new more confident me. But you just smiled and said that you were happy to see me feeling so much better.

The last piece of Autumn

Yesterday was one of those days when I just could not cope with studying. As much as I like it, I just needed to get my ass off the chair and my eyes away from the books.

We went for lunch in one of Dublin’ s best places, Andersons.

Then on to the Botanic Gardens where we tried to squeeze out the last we could of the autumn.

I like to photograph my shoes.

And my boyfriend thinks that is funny.

The day ended with a giant crepe. Well I had decided from the start that it always would.

Bank holiday – Yes!

Thanks God for bank holiday Mondays. And for not having to go to bed early on a Sunday night. I am just home from a nice evening in a pub. We talked about getting older, vintage dresses and Stieg Larsson.

I hope you had a good weekend. Goodnight from me.

Ireland

Sometimes I forget to appreciate how beautiful it is here.

I have green fields and the sea just outside my doorstep.

But I am too busy being homesick and complaining about the weather.

And I forget that even though it rains, it could still be beautiful.

But having a car does help.

Runny nose but still cosy

I have been at home all day. Sweaty and cold at the same time. Blowing my nose at least once a minute. You get the picture.

But I could not have chosen a better day since it is stormy with heavy rainfall outside. I light some candles, I get cosy on the couch and I wait for my love to come home from work. But in the mean time I enjoy some Brides of Franc on the telly without him sitting next to me pointing out that it is a piece of crap.

A day to celebrate

I have suffered from the good girl syndrome ever since I was born. Over ambitious and an anxiety for not performing well enough. Although well enough for who is not really clear.

But I do not really want to think about that tonight since today has been a very special day for me. I have attended a prize giving ceremony where I received a diploma and gifts for my achievements in the latest exams.

Today, it is not called over ambitious, today it is called well deserved. I celebrate for the return on my hard work and that I have finally found something in my life that I am really good at.

I am celebrating at home and it is oh so cosy with the rain outside and the candles lit inside.

This is what I wore to the prize ceremony. I decided not to give in to formality, so I put on peachy tights and a vintage dress. But for the group photo shot I was initially placed in the front row, but at the last minute the photographer decided to move me (and only me to the back) next to the tall people. I find it a little bit suspicious .