Funny.

You see, I have this habit of trying to remember every single moment in my life especially the happy ones. I take pictures. I write. I keep tickets. Price tags. Paper bags from shopping. I even have a bag of receipts from MOST of my shopping. Hence, the thought of ME moving out is like a stab in my heart (not that I'm moving out any sooner but I still need to look for a place before they kick me out in August. Hmphh!)

I supercalifragilisticexpialidociously enjoy lying on my bed, watching TV dramas through my faithful companion with a glass of Castillo Varez. Unfortunately, the shit loads of work that I have to attend to refrains me from doing so (but I suppose people who know me well would actually disagree to the aforesaid statement).

Things have changed since the beginning of the year.

a) The smell of alcohol makes me want to throw up. 

b) The idea of partying doesn't seem appealing. 

c) I signed up for a gym membership.

d) I have The Economist at my doorstep every fortnight.

e) I was once very judgemental about almost everything but right now, its more like a I-Don't-Know-I-Won't-Judge.

Weird. But I think its a step of moving forward. My perceptions have changed after being the silent observer for several months. It wasn't easy to shut up and see/hear things go around but that was how I learned and I can tell you, I'm back. Stronger. Better. 

I am looking forward to three utmost important things right now:

a) My postgraduate application

b) Internship during summer

c) Responses from the gazillion CVs that I have submitted (and will be submitting)

This week's the first week of Easter hols but unlike last year, yours faithful will be stuck in Bristol. Let me achieve my Distinction first, make my first £1000 through Forex (thanks Gor, you got me hooked onto it just by having a short conversation with me) then I'll travel till my heart's content. 

But at least I get to look forward to my short-trip to London in two week's time =)

Just to get away. Me likey! 

xoxo, -carmen-