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With all the book deals that get handed out to people and their Tumblr’s, it baffles me how our banter conversations hasn’t earned me one yet…

With all the book deals that get handed out to people and their Tumblr’s, it baffles me how our banter conversations hasn’t earned me one yet…

Mother

I haven’t seen my mother in what is now approaching a month. It’s the longest I’ve ever gone without seeing her. I miss her.

One day I’ll live in a country where you don’t have to leave yourself reminders like this during mid-May.

One day I’ll live in a country where you don’t have to leave yourself reminders like this during mid-May.

Needle in a Haystack

I moved home at the start of November last year, and even though I’m now to be here until start of November this year, I still count this as a temporary stay, so I haven’t yet “unpacked”. My life’s possessions still dwell in stacked boxes. Just as I go searching for my copy of Gatsby, I hear an advert that uses a modern cover of Needle in a Haystack coming from the living room. You have no idea.

On not being loved.

My train journey between London Bridge and Charing Cross, I usually allocate to replying to unread texts, messages and emails. We haven’t even reached Waterloo and my phone is already back in my pocket. Definitely not feeling loved right now.

Looking at photos like this reminds me of one of my fondest memories from secondary school, in the brief spell we studied architecture in Design class. Seeing as architecture was about to be dropped from the curriculum for good, and therefore had no benefit to our academic futures, it was a bold move by my teacher to choose this as our first year GCSE subject. Being a former architect himself, it quickly became clear why he did as I’ve never heard someone talk about something so passionately as he did about his previous profession. It was actually quite inspiring. He spoke at great lengths about his admiration of the work of many great architects, especially that of Antoni Gaudi, a name that was unknown to the fifteen year old me. Being from Iran, his accent caused him to pronounce it like ‘Goldie’. This caused much amusement between me and my friend, but because of this amusement, it was a name that stuck with me throughout the remainder of the school day and into my return home where I dropped it into Google to see what all the fuss was about. What ensued was the start of a love affair that is still as strong over ten years on. Everyone who knows me is fully aware of my infatuation towards all things Spanish, so Barcelona was always going to be one of my favourite cities, but the day I finally set foot there, and was immersed in Gaudi’s legacy first hand, will go down as one of the most profound experiences I’ve had on foreign soil.

Looking at photos like this reminds me of one of my fondest memories from secondary school, in the brief spell we studied architecture in Design class. Seeing as architecture was about to be dropped from the curriculum for good, and therefore had no benefit to our academic futures, it was a bold move by my teacher to choose this as our first year GCSE subject. Being a former architect himself, it quickly became clear why he did as I’ve never heard someone talk about something so passionately as he did about his previous profession. It was actually quite inspiring. He spoke at great lengths about his admiration of the work of many great architects, especially that of Antoni Gaudi, a name that was unknown to the fifteen year old me. Being from Iran, his accent caused him to pronounce it like ‘Goldie’. This caused much amusement between me and my friend, but because of this amusement, it was a name that stuck with me throughout the remainder of the school day and into my return home where I dropped it into Google to see what all the fuss was about. What ensued was the start of a love affair that is still as strong over ten years on. Everyone who knows me is fully aware of my infatuation towards all things Spanish, so Barcelona was always going to be one of my favourite cities, but the day I finally set foot there, and was immersed in Gaudi’s legacy first hand, will go down as one of the most profound experiences I’ve had on foreign soil.

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Olives

I may of obtained slightly more sophistication and etiquette as I’ve grown up, but I’m still yet to discover how to graciously eat an unpitted olive.

Expenditure

I’ve just calculated that my expenditure from the last two weekends, and the days in between, sits just shy of £4,000. That’s a lot of money. My intentions by posting this is not to brag, this is very much a one off occurrence, but more as a reminder to myself that I should be forever grateful that I’m in a position where I can actually do this. I try to live my life with as much positivity as I can possible instill but we all have those silly moments where we feel sorry for ourselves and believe it’s always us against the world. Everyone is entitled to a bad day, of course, but sometimes I feel I take for granted how lucky I am to be able to do the things I do, and live the life that I’ve been able to live. That needs to change.

Age

I’ve hit the age where a bad back is an acceptable excuse for a night in.

1st November 2013

Six months
Best friend
Singapore
Thailand
Laos
Cambodia
Vietnam
Malaysia
Australia
New Zealand
Fiji
USA
Mexico
Spring Break