Taking advantage of my last sips of the delicious Caramel Machiatto I decided to write a bit. I just came back from doing some shopping for St. Nicholas. I bought lots and lots of sweets, tea cups and warm socks for my parents and for my grandmother. I’m very excited about this Christmas. Actually, no, I’m excited about Christmas in general, to be honest. I know, I know, it’s “over commercialized” and so on. I’ve heard this side of the story, too, because one my friends is a very cynical soul ( so am I in general, up to a point ).
i just can’t help it, that warm feeling inside once December starts. I love everything about it. I get so excited when the first Coca-Cola commercial with Santa comes up in the cinemas, or when Starbucks change their cups to red. I love listening to carols on the radio, all of them! ( Last Christmas was once my favourite song, so yeah…). I enjoy the slight taste of cinnamon in every food and I actually always wanted to have one of those ridiculous red-reindeer jumpers. I can’t wait to walk with my best friend around the shops and buy all kinds of stupid things for the relatives or help her choose a gift for her mum. Or, walking under the lights in city centre, taking pictures. What about those cute Christmas-markets, where they sell mulled wine and ginger bread?
I mean, how can anyone really hate Christmas?
I agree that the world doesn’t get better for a month, that people don’t change just because they see some lights on the streets and drink more hot chocolate. But it does send a positive message, to spread joy, make people smile. It should be more about that than about buying huge presents, I agree. And, like it or not, I actually think it brings a bit of warmth in this cold months.
My favourite seasonal songs (that you probably never even heard) to cheer up all the grumpy cats out there:
Today I received my first ‘before birthday’ present from my grandmother, a wonderful person I would like to introduce you to.
She is very kind, very patient and the person I probably spent most time with. She is strong and ambitious, although she doesn’t always show it. She raised my mother alone, so I know how tough she can be, but also that she can spread more love than any other person I’ve ever met.
She is stubborn and sometimes naive, but would never admit it. She is pessimistic, but somehow, always right at the same time.
I couldn’t imagine any day without her. She knows when it’s going to rain and puts an umbrella in my bag, she constantly reminds me to eat fruits and vegetables ( even if I am 17 years old now), she recommends me books and watches Sherlock with me. She cooks every day, and I know she wants everything to be perfect when I come home from school. She puts little flowers on my desk ocasionally, just so, most of the time white roses, because they are my favourites. She buys me sweets, even if I always tell her that I already eat to much and she can recognize Mika whenever Rain plays on the radio.
And in every little thing she does for me, I know she puts so much love into it and I am so grateful that I was named after this magnificent human being.
It’s been a while. I gave up on the idea of a blog a while ago and I keep turning back to it. For some reason.
I haven’t really been busy. Well, summer was full, taking over my life with its waves and happiness. Cutting the story short, I was in France, I met the French, fell in love with the French ( How could one not?).
I travelled through Europe, went at gigs, had fun and met Mika!
But since summer only lasts three months I am back to my ironic self dealing with homework, not such a dramatic highschool life, the future and a big, noisy family.
And the big question….
I say lets bring back them Cooking Tuesdays.
Red eyes, caffeine supply, hundreds of written pages and nights unslept. Yap, it’s exams time again. Tomorrow it’s the start and we finish in two weeks. Five subjects, five test-papers and I can only hope for the best.
Tonight I am finished and I’ve done all I can for the tomorrow paper. Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.
Point is… I wanted to share some music with you.
Easy. Because music is the best way to relax, to spend three minutes away from all the stress and just enjoy a good song. Even Plato says:
Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
Between my personal favourites are Mika, Muse, Coldplay, Maroon 5, Arctic Monkeys and such. I’m sure you’ve all heard of them, but it’s my duty to formally introduce you to the music that touches my soul.
Thanksgiving is knocking on our door and I’ve decided to reevaluate the things I’m thankful for. Beside the obvious pleasures of life such as chocolate, puppies and books the top things for which I’m thankful are my family, friends and Mika.
Kind, stubborn and funny. They know me at my worst and still let me sleep under their roof. They may nerve me from time to time – but hey – we’re family. They support me, in everything I want to achieve and help me give the best there is in me. They are there when no one else is. They are overprotective and they panic a lot, all because, well, they love me. I am thankful for that.
Loud, crazy and awesome. Because they know the song in my head and sing it along. Because of all the inside jokes and magic times spent together. Because we are all different and unique in our own way. Because whatever happens we are there for each other, and we stick together for better or for worse. Because nothing in the world could bring us down. Because we can read our minds. Because of this and that and many more, I love you good old friends ( special thanks to Ada, Stefi, Cati, Bogdan and Matei ).
Brilliant, genius and absolutely lovable. I am thankful for music in general but there is this one singer that helped me more than a lot : Mika. Since I started listening to his music, I knew a star was born. His music is more than instruments gathered together. His music is passion, craziness, youth and power. He can make me smile when no one else can. He and his music helped a lot of young people and made me realize, it’s okay to be different. Different is good, black is not a colour and wear rainbow. He does what he loves without caring what others think and I’m thankful for the lessons he has thought me.
Indeed I have a lot to be thankful for.
P.S. Among these I am thankful for much, much more.