All Seasons in 1 Month

When living in England, one of the advantages is to live on island, yet you wouldn't endure the heat the summer brings. But it is also a known fact, that weather in the UK is very much depressing for any Mediterranean peeps living there, due to clouds and rain during the majority of the year.

This is true.

I would say that I enjoy the fact that I don't sweat like a pig 24/7 for four recurring months, but at times - not seeing the sun for weeks makes me want to go hysterical. It is not the heat that I miss, it is the opportunity of wearing summer clothes, sandals, and not carrying a jacket wherever I go.

Since the first of June, until today the 25th of June, I could say that here in Stoke we had weather from all seasons. It started off really cold with drizzle, freezing nights with temperature just above 0 degrees and hail during the days, and for the past 5 days, a heatwave with temperature of 20 to 25 degrees during the day. Last night the temperature at 1am was at 18 degrees, with no sign of breeze.  It was pretty much pointless leaving my bedroom window fully open all night. But, no mosquitos - yay! It was so warm, that I thanked my lucky stars that I do not share my house with anyone else and I could run about wearing (or not wearing!) anything I want.

Though I am complaining about the heat, I must admit that it is a lovely change to see a constantly blue sky, and wearing summer dresses. As such, I'm planning on taking advantage of the situation and visit a park this weekend :)

So, fingers crossed on this... and prepare yourselves for some blog posts with photos... Not just from this weekend, but also London and Holland.

Steffi xxx

What's the point?

I have just returned from Holland last night and I'm trying to get back into the whole mood and routine of work and rainy weekends. The weather in the UK has been wetter these past weeks, than during the actual winter, although less cold. I don't mind this weather when I don't have any plans, but as of late, I've been making plans only to see them ruined by rain and mud.

But this is not what I wanted to talk about today...


My question today is, what's the point of life?



We work for the most part of our lives.... becoming slaves of desks, factories and what not... only to have a few days a year of pure pleasure. And the rest is just a struggle to make ends meet, with bills, cleaning, cooking, health recovery and relationship drama. And when we are old enough to stop working... We're just too old to do much with our lives, other than sitting on our asses watching TV or reminiscing about our past... What's more, technology further distracts us from what life and human comfort is all about.



We shut down to the real world, and live in a virtual, non-existent world...



I don't know about you, but this is not the kind of life I wanna lead... But unfortunately things are so imposed on us, that there's nothing we can do. Being out of touch technology wise and financially, will only destroy us further... and ironically, screws us further as we will look like complete idiots in other people's faces...

Ranting. Cos that is what I do best.

Just a basic rant today, peeps.

I've been having crappy days lately. Struggling with most things, be it emotionally, work and life in general. I know I am writing this and showing it to the whole world, and I know it sounds pathetic, but I know that if I write it down, I will feel better in the long run. Hopefully I will look at this in a week or month's time and realise that things are so much better. And then, feel better. That all this struggling on the verge of insanity, was worthwhile.

I know that things happen for a reason, that life is a cycle of ups and downs and all those cliches.  But right now I'm missing the point of everything. My brain is so overloaded with stuff and thoughts that I  can barely relax, let alone sleep and not having nightmares. Deadlines aren't helping either. And the fact that my neighbours are noisy bastards and I can't find a furnished place which I actually like, is  further sinking me into the whole feeling annoyed and like shit.

Have you ever found yourself laughing when you're so damn stressed? That is me right now.
have you  ever found yourself feeling so alone even when surrounded by people? That is me right now.
Have you every found yourself feeling like you wanna break and smash everything in sight? That is  me right  now.

Have you ever found yourself expecting things from people who always say they care? That is me right now.

Have you ever found yourself feeling like your luck is just bullocks? That is me right now.

I am very  patient, and in general a  loving and giving person... But right now, I'm just below the boiling point.... and some day soon, I'm gonna break and do something which I know I will totally regret.

This is me trying to keep it all together for the 2629814746576th time.

God help me.

Money

Money buys us happiness, or that is what we try to believe.
We are all slaves of monies; willingly or unwillingly.

Two thoughts, one meaning.

Most of us, since our sixteenth birthday, or the legal work age (even not, sometimes!), we make our way to a recruitment agency to find a job, even if it is the most shameful and humiliating. Just to fulfil our desire to own stuff... cars, house, computer, clothes, shoes, booze, cigarettes, games, cameras... you name it!

When buying things within reason, there is nothing wrong with it... But living for the sake of having material objects is ridiculous. Even if it makes us happy for a while, we all know that sooner or later, we'll have to get something new because our other stuff is no longer satisfactory or fashionable. We hide our sorrows by dressing up, going out and getting drunk, rather than coming into terms with things, talking them out, learn to deal with them and become a better person. And what happens the next morning after the drunken episode? We feel brain-dead, a little more broke... and the problems are still there. So, what's the point of it all, really?

Lets face it, when we strip all the materialism off our lives, and have just the bare necessities, we end up realising that we are so alone. Why do we try to impress people and look the best through money, rather than making someone likes us for who we really are?

Even though money is an attraction, and people will like you for it.... In the end you are still as powerless as the rest of us... Money doesn't buy you real love and heart-warming happiness. Money helps keep yourself *look* younger, but you're still as old and you will die too... And most probably, no one will remember you other than for your money.

Make a difference in life by your actions, not by your stupid money!

This is me

Sometimes, I wish that I'm less human and more of a machine.

I'm sick and tired of being vulnerable, but then again... I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...

No, this is not me being emo... This is me venting; letting it out... before I start screaming.

Day 2: St. Patrick's Day!

So, day two in Malta was St. Patrick's day. The sun shining as always, and barely any wind.

Mark and I woke up not as early as planned, however we managed to follow all the plans we had. Or rather, all the plans I made.

First task was to go to the supermarket which is approximately 5mins away from my parent's house. We bought a few ingredients Mark needed for this epic dessert he does, and in additional to that, I bought a lot of Twistees, Tastees, Crix (peanut flavour), galletti and Kinnie to stock up in the UK.

When the dessert was nicely done and put in the fridge, we made our way out to Floriana. There we went to see a Model's Exhibition which was rather good. But then my expectations weren't too high. There were a number of Warhammer models painted, as well as scenes from the World War, planes, ships and the sort.

After eating a few pastizzi in Valletta, we made our way to Msida, where we visited the Forbidden Power shop for some geeky moments and then relaxed a bit in the Msida Marina. For me, it meant, taking a couple of photos of the surroundings. For Mark, it meant sitting down on a bench and enjoying the sun (and the annoying pigeons).

Later on in the night, we also went to Paceville to celebrate St. Patrick's the way it should be.

All the people!

We didn't get home until it was around 5am.

Day 1: Sun-kissed Malta

It is true, what they say... That absence makes the heart grows fonder.

St. Julians, Malta

Last week, my boyfriend and I visited Malta, after not being there for over 5 months. The least I can say is that I was plenty excited of being in sun-kissed Malta, of sitting on the shore watching the waves play and tease each other, of seeing my family and friends once more.

We didn’t have a terrible winter in the UK, and Spring has been sunny, partially cloudy, but I yearned for those bright blue skies and a little breeze. Being in the UK,  all I see is canals and lakes, which I do love.  But I missed that salty smell the sea brings to the plate.

First day in Malta, Mark and I spent it in St. Julian’s, being lazy at the beach. I’ve tasted Cisk XS again, and I have to say, that nothing tastes better in the sun. No, not even ice cream! We’ve also been to the cinema  and watched Intruders. I do believe that it was a low-budget movie, but we both enjoyed it and I’d suggest it to anyone in the mood for a thriller movie. For those of you who are interested in knowing who starred in this one, the main actors are Clive Owen and Carice van Houten (apparently a rather famous Dutch actress).

Later on in the day we also met Carly for a drink. Being the eve of St. Patrick’s Day,  I celebrated it by drinking a pint of the beloved Guinness. And for those who are wondering, no I am  not an alcoholic, but I do love beer. And wine. And Jagermeister. And Jack Daniels.

Stay tuned for more updates and photos from our long weekend in Malta!