Thursday, 30 September 2010

Day 30. One Last Moment

I'd like to thank this Blog Challenge, for it made me realize a whole lot of things I wasn't aware of.

1. I'm a sappy, cute-loving, love-loving romantic.
2. I hate being told what to write.
3. I do things I hate anyways, when I'm being challenged to. Means there's nothing faulty with my self-discipline. There might be with the fact I can't leave a dare untried.
4. I wrote posts even when I had a fever as high as the sky. I'm determined enough.
5. I'm obsessed by only a few dreams and desires. Apparently I can't care less about most other things.
6. I can be forcedly cheerful if need be. Take that, dopamine!
7. I forgot what I was going to put here.
8. I'll try posting regularly now that it might have become a habit. Not daily though. I wouldn't know what to talk about.

Oh yes.
And I need to get off my chest that I abhor impending goodbyes.
Even when they aren't really, they're more like "See you later, only we don't know when yet"s.
I thought I had gotten a bit used to the idea that most of "my" important people don't live in the same country as I do. . But I haven't. It still hurts. Big time.

The Gypsy

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Day 29. Your Aspirations

I wouldn't say I'm very much an ambitious person.
Not pertaining to work, success or money, at any rate.
I'd like to have a job I actually like.
I'd like to have enough money to support myself, and have enough money for my two hobbies: Travelling, and reading.

That's important, though. Those two hobbies.
I really want to be able to look back on my life and know a fair deal.
And I want to have seen a lot of the world.
I don't know why knowledge, culture and languages have my curiosity captive like they do.
I want to look back on a happy life. A healthy one.
Not just for me. For all those I love and care about.

Is that too much to ask?

The Gypsy

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Day 28. Something that You Miss

A good long sleep, after which a day follows where I feel refreshed, energetic, healthy and painless.
It's been a rather long while since that happened.

That, and some of my friends.
That's pretty much the problem of having friends all over the globe.
It's nigh impossible to keep in touch with all of them.
Especially if you're either busy or sick a lot of the time yourself.

The Gypsy

Monday, 27 September 2010

Day 27. Your Favourite Place

That also depends on my mood. Right now, my bed and couch are my favourite two places. I'm don't have the energy to do more than lie down. I read and type occasionally only because I'm deadbored already. Which means I am getting better, right?

My favourite place, usually, is with my friends.
Wherever I am, whether at a beach, in a mall (shock! Me hate shopping D;) or at somebody's place, or even at the computer, as long as the company is good, and I'm having a good time, the place -wherever that is- is perfect.
I'm in love with nature, so wherever I can catch a glimpse of forest, sky, or water, is a good place.

Also, a favourite place of mine is in arms.
I'm addicted to hugs.
But I mentioned that before, didn't I?

The Gypsy

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Day 26. Your Fears

I've been told I used to scream when flies neared me, when I was two.
Not being used to the black, nasty, humming, tickling insects in Holland, I'd scream my tiny lungs out on visits to Egypt, where they covered the floor, the food, and our own bodies.

Later, I used to not be able to name my fears.
I used to be proud of not fearing heights, spiders, water, or the dark.
I was never afraid of monsters under my bed.
Rather, I would try to get them to come out and talk to me.
I used to be insulted when anybody suggested I was afraid.
I'd take it as a challenge, a dare. Afraid? Me? I'll show you how afraid I am.
Not anymore though. I don't blindly follow any dare, at least.

After reading Rowling's Harry Potter, however, I've been able to name my fear.
I fear fear. I fear to be afraid.
I don't mean a good adrenaline rush, or exam stress. They usually just strengthen and heighten your focus, increase your concentration.
I fear the paralyzing, I can't move- my heart just stopped, kind of fear.

The Gypsy

Saturday, 25 September 2010

Day 25. A First

Last year has been "a first" of a lot of things.

A first ever trying Sushi.
A first trying apple-pie pudding. xD
A first of going swimming in Dutch Sea.
A first of cheese fondue. And of goat and sheep cheese. (both didn't leave a very good impression xD)
A first of visiting a few provinces (Flevoland for example) in Holland.

Recently: A first of actually decorating my own room, according to my own tastes and colours.

For more firsts, please just skim my entire blog =P
There's bound to be at least twenty more.

The Gypsy

Friday, 24 September 2010

Day 24. Something that Makes You Cry

Holy snakes on a plane!
I nearly forgot today's entry!

Today has been good, though. On all accounts.
Tamara's come home, fired from hospital early for good behaviour.
And just random compliments, a possible 8-hour job, and good food.
Little things.

So do I really want to think of something that makes me cry?
Well. I don't have to think too long:
Mum and my siblings going back to Egypt in a few days makes me miserable thinking about it.
Not only because I will miss them, but because I KNOW they don't want to go back.
It doesn't matter that I don't live with them in the same house anymore, but it apparently does matter a shitload if they're in the same country or not. It makes all the difference in the world. That, and that I have no idea when I'll see them again.
If they'll come here next summer or ever.. and if I'll have enough money to visit them on any kind of basis, let alone a regular one.
My eyes have been uber-dry all day, and now they're immediately teary.

My heart hurts now.
Stupid topic.

The Gypsy

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Day 23. Something that Makes You Feel Better

That one's plain and simple:
Realizing I'm loved and that people care about me.
My friends and family. They make me feel better.

I try not to take anybody for granted, and most of the time, I succeed.
When I remember though, not just that they're there, but that they're there /for me/, I get this extremely bubbly cheerful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

When I get a hug, or a smile, or a genuine compliment. When I get a shoulder shoved under my face to cry on. But also, when people feel they trust /me/ enough to use my shoulder. When they come to me for help. When they value my opinion.

Is this blog challenge making me come over as this sappy, romantic love-addict?
Cause y'know.. Halloween spiders and skeletons, painting, snakes, cars, writing and horses. They make me feel better too.

The Gypsy

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Day 22. Something that Upsets You

I'm glad it said "something", and not "things".
Because I would, most likely, have a never ending list of all the things that hurt, annoy, anger or otherwise upset me.

I'd like to name two things that seriously upset me, though I think they're technically one, because in one way, they're linked.

1. The way some people treat others.

I live with the motto "treat others like you'd want to be treated." Just like I think changing the world means you need to start with yourself. If you don't see the point in doing it by yourself, and everybody else thinks the same thing, nobody'll ever change anything, thus it will definitely not have a point.
Where was I going with this? Oh, yes. The way people can be discriminating, harsh, or just downright rude through bluntness, which they can't find fault with and will describe only as "honesty". It annoys me. I appreciate honesty, but I can appreciate delicacy and subtlety even more. Be honest, but for heaven's sake, be kind.

2. The way people always choose their outsiders.

I've been treated as a foreigner in Egypt, but I sometimes get treated just as much as a foreigner in Holland. In Egypt, I don't mind it. In Egypt, I feel like a foreigner.
In Holland, on the other hand, I feel insulted, in a way. People who don't know me, accept me as Dutch, no questions asked. It's not my language, accent, and even though I'm more of a yellow shade, my skin-colour isn't even worthy of the name "tan". It's the people who know that I've lived in Egypt, people who read my surname before meeting me, they continue to see me as an outsider for the rest of forever.
When I try making German people feel at home here, it's rather unfair that other people like treating me as if it isn't my home. I'm more bloody Dutch than the future king of the Netherlands, for heaven's sake; Willem Alexander is 3/4 German. Also: nobody ever called Marco Borsato "that Italian singer"..

The Gypsy

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Day 21. Another moment

I'd like to take a moment to stress how much I love my mum.
She's the most incredible, awesome, ubersweet mother in the whole wide world.
She has to swallow lots of crap, but she's strong enough to.
She deserves a whole lot more than people who don't care that they make her life miserable.
She goes out of her way to help out, mediate, and just be there for everyone at all times.

Thanks mum.

The Gypsy

Monday, 20 September 2010

Day 20. This Month

Is hectic.
Ramadan, doctor's visits, Tamara's lungtransplantation, hospital visits, assignments, looking for a job, socializing, and travelling across the country at least twice a week.. Forgetting my charger on the other side of the country from mere fullness of brain-chaos.
Plenty to do, and I bet I haven't even mentioned half of it.
Doesn't really matter, though.
I bet I'll look back on it and smile.
Or not. ~

The Gypsy

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Talk Like A Pirate Day 2010

My pirate name is:

Mad Charity Flint

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from
part of the network

The Gypsy

Day 19. Something You Regret

I've been telling myself that regret should be a no-no.
It's not healthy. Plus, regret never solved anything. Never changed anything.

If there's anything I regret, it's that I've been too trusting; wearing my heart on my sleeve.
Leaving myself vulnerable enough to get hurt.
I've learned from that, though. Changed because of it.
That's the only reason it might not count as regret anymore.
Learning from your mistakes is a good thing. Most of the time.

Maybe I regret losing my innocence.
But everyone goes through that phase.
You can't ever get it back.
And maybe it doesn't balance out, but experience is something, too.

The Gypsy

Saturday, 18 September 2010

Day 18. Your Favourite Birthday

I think, with this one, I have a general idea.
Though almost every year I do something for my birthday,
whether it's going to the movies with my family, or inviting all relatives over, or going out with friends.. I'm going to go with my 21st birthday.

Because I celebrated that one three times.
Once, with my family. We went to see a movie. Push. Good movie, too.
Once, with my closest friends available. We had fun.
Once, with my relatives. We had cake.
Big haul of presents.
Seriously good quality time. All three times.

Now, I'm going to try and list the movies I've seen on my birthdays.
I only broke that routine this year, before now I've seen one on/around that day every year.
Treasure Planet being one of them. Maaaany years ago. (2002)
16 Blocks, 2006. I'll need my diary to look up any more. My memory sucks so damn bad. x'D

The Gypsy

Friday, 17 September 2010

Day 17. Your Favourite Memory

Again with the favourites.

Memories are precious things.
Or downright awful.
It's only those two extremes you ever remember anyways, "moderate" memories are straightaway forgotten most of the time; thus stop to exist as memories at all.

I like memories pertaining friends and family.
Whether it be a vacation somewhere exploring the world, an outing, a "dish-party" like my Egyptian gang used to hold, birthday parties, new year's eves, random nice evenings just playing some game or holding some sort of discussion, and even online I have plenty of memories I cherish dearly. It'd be unfair to just choose one out of a million. Just like I can't pick just one bad memory. I have plenty of both.

I think back very fondly of hugs. And other intimacies, but hugs especially.
They make me feel warm at the mere thought.
A hug a day keeps depressions away? It helps, at any rate~
You know what's funny?
If you ask a person what their favourite colour is, they'll usually have a straight-away answer.
Favourite song? Sure, this or that.
With me, it depends on so many things.
It depends on my mood. It depends on the situation. And it (unfortunately) depends on my abominably bad memory.

The Gypsy

Good Campaign, and Personal Update.

"Would you want somebody else's organ if that would save your life? ... But are /you/ a donor yet?"
That's a rough translation of the slogan of the national donor-campaign here in Holland.
And I love it.

Since Tamara's transplantation, there have been three more within 9 days following her own surgery. Lianne, Wouter, and Kim M (Author of an autobiography; Ademloos -- about Cystic Fibrosis) have been lucky enough to follow in Tamara's footsteps. Some are recovering faster than others, but some surgeries took "only" 7 hours, others a total of 11 or 12. Seeing as you need a week to heal for every hour of surgery.. well, you can figure it out ;D

Tamara had been doing really well. Though sometimes slightly blue, feeling she wants to heal faster than her body is allowing her to, she has had really good peaks over the last two weeks.
All her drains have been taken out, as her catheter, a physical and mental relief, to say the least.
Since yesterday, she has even been completely oxygen-tubeless for the first time in three years or so! If she continues healing at this pace, she'll be home before her own lung-physician comes back from his vacation (he left just two days before her surgery, they kind of want to surprise him with this -- if he isn't keeping himself up to date about his patients, anyhow)

Personally, though I hate to admit it, my own health hasn't been all that much lately.
I bet it's mostly stress and worry, Ramadan, insomnia, and whatnot, but I've been hyperventilating off and on for a few weeks now, and I'm continuously exhausted, even without doing much of anything. I pass out randomly throughout the day/night, yet when I try to sleep, I'm as insomnia-ish as ever.

It didn't really register until I went to visit Tamara, and took a turn to measure my oxygen-in-blood saturation (which was 100% ;D ) and heart rate (which was almost as high as Tamara's, without doing the slightest exercise, while I usually have the lowest blood pressure ever)
Tamara made Rick type her blog entry, in which she described her own too-fast heart rate as being non-stop exhausting, and suddenly that rang my own alarm bells.
Should see my doc about that. I know.

But that's pretty much the reason I'm not up-to-date about anything but my blog challenge posts. Which are pretty difficult to keep up with in the first place..

The Gypsy

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Day 16. Your Favourite Vacation

My favourite vacation is one where culture, nature and fun activities are central.

I'm not one for lying/chillaxing at a beach somewhere, drinking till all my braincells are dead, totally ignoring the fact that the burning sun might give me skin cancer in a few short years.

If there's walking, swimming, biking or any other activity, it's already great to begin with.
If there're mountains, hills, forests, dunes, beaches there, it's even better.
If there're (reasonably affordable) museums/churches/(see the Unesco Heritage List) in the neighbourhood, it's uberly awesome.

The Seven World Wonders (Old and new, so basically there are about twenty right now) are definitely on my must-visit list. There's plenty I want to explore. Plenty I'm curious about.

As for an actual experience: I have very good memories of my vacation to Austria (Zell am See) a few years ago. The mountain walks, visiting (and climbing) the Grossglockner, seeing waterfalls in Kaprun, taking a peek at Salzburg (Mozartcity) with the birthhouse of Mozart, castle/Schloss Hellbrunn, and a lake trip with a hired speedboat. And time for reading. Good times. :)

The Gypsy

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Day 15. Your dreams

Are to take over the world.

Okay. Not really.
But I would love to travel all over.
And to read as many books as possible.
Just to be happy, healthy, with those I love and care for.
Oh, and end up somewhere far from Hell. That's pretty important, too.

Or are we talking about actual dreams?
I barely remember those.
Unless they're nightmares.
Which I am having quite frequently, lately.

Maybe I should update on everything soon.
When I have some more energy.

The Gypsy

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Day 14. What You Wore Today

Haha, even guidelines get repetitive every now and then.
Though this time, apart from PJs, I've actually had some 'normal' clothes on.

To be very detailed, the PJs were a mismatching pair of yellow leggings and a navy shirt,
the "outdoor" clothes consisted of black trousers, a black top with long sleeves, and a woolen ivory white sleeveless dresstopthing with black buttons.
Oh and dark socks. And my silver bling watch. And my mismatching-matching Guitar and Rock earrings. Pictures on demand.


The Gypsy

Monday, 13 September 2010

Day 13. This Week

This week has been one 'helluva' week.

What with hospital visits, doctor's appointments, a birthday party I just /had/ to go to in spite of everything, spending quality time with mum (I'd add, and my siblings, but I haven't seen much of them), a walk along the beach, movies watched, and general exhaustion, it's been tiring, to say the least. Tensioned. Stressful. But good in quite a few ways.

Or am I supposed to be talking about this coming week?
That's also going to be one 'helluva' week, encouriging Tamara to get her butt out of hospital in record time, and probably lots of reading, writing, researching, and more quality time with the most important woman in my life.

Oh, and I get to go choose a desk soon. And maybe some curtains.
And I'm thinking of braces. And a parttime job to fund said braces. Or I'mma have to find a spot underneath some bridge. A good spot and a good hat to collect begged money in.

Also, I thought these guidelines would make blogging easier.
But I've noticed I'm quite irked by the way it tells you what to write about.
Inspiration wise, it's killing.
But no, not quitting. Definitely not now I'm almost halfway.

The Gypsy.

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Day 12. What's in Your Bag

Ooh. All kinds of interesting things, I assure you.
Not really.

Let's see.

♂ My mobile.
♀ My (empty) wallet.
♂ A book. (A Room Of One's Own.)
♀ My passport.
♂ A pack of chewing gum.
♀ Keys.
♂ A bottle of water.
♀ A pad.
♂ Borrowed music player.
♀ 3D glasses, for some vague reason.
♂ A Mars.

There should be some tissues in there.
What does that say about me?
Besides that I'm a materialistic eating-addict bookworm?

The Gypsy

Saturday, 11 September 2010

Day 11. Your Siblings

Are a boy and a girl.

This remind you of any post before?
Quite. xD It's scarily alike. If I would've gone " are Male and Female" , things would have been scarier, though. Just so you know.
Though they act quite differently, mind.

Both my brother and my sister are younger than I am.
7 and 2 years younger, respectively, to be exact.

Only a few weeks ago my brother went from "lil Bro" to being taller than I am.
I'm both proud, and happy I'm not the tallest one anymore.
My sister, on the other hand, feels quite bitter about the fact that she is the shortest.
She won't agree on or accept any of the positive terms: "Pixie/doll- like", "petite" and the fact that she's prettiest one of the three of us.

Talking about looks, apparently Sis is a copy of dad's sister when she was younger.
She's also slightly darker-skinned than the yellow-sallow paleness of Bro and me.
According to mum, I'm the female version of her younger brother. And everybody agrees Bro is the male version of me. Though blonder. Or he used to be.

Bro has got a game addiction.
Actually, he's got a liability to get obsessed over or addicted to things easily.
He's like me in that way.

Though Sis is by far the most indecisive of us three, we all take after Mum that way.
She's also a big-time Feminist. I thought I was one until she turned to the most extreme form of it. Now I rarely use the F-word anymore.

We also all share the Magdelijns-genes where it comes to intelligence, creativity and being even slightly musically inclined, seeing as it definitely doesn't come from the other side of our gene-pool.

The three of us are pro-Dutch, anti-Egyptian in most ways. Though I try looking at things objectively, and try seeing the "positive" of both sides, try combining/using the assets, Sis is quick to blame and condemn, and Bro just couldn't care less. xD

We squabble, fight and argue a lot. Actually, almost always. About anything.
We still love each other though.
I think.

The Gypsy

PS: Yes, I used me as a comparison to talk about my siblings.
I don't know why. I never do that with friends when I talk about them, but with family I seem quite quick to compare and differentiate.

Friday, 10 September 2010

Day 10. What You Wore Yesterday

Haha. Funny. Though it'd have been interesting if I could've listed what I've eaten today, I'll try and remember what I was wearing..

Probably PJs.
All day xD
With the exception of shower time. *frowns*
That's it.
Blew your mind, didn't it?

The Gypsy

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Day 9. Your Beliefs

I'm an Agnostic Muslim.
It means I believe, but am skeptic. I don't just abide by things because it's quoted.

It means I have faith.
I have faith in that there's a God.
I have faith because you can't prove it. That's the thing about faith.

I believe in the existence of prophets. Not just Mohamed, but Jesus and Moses and the whole list, really.
I believe, though, that they were just human. Nothing superhuman, nothing magical.
For me, "son of God" is in the most figurative way possible, just like you can say we're all "children of God". Literally, no. Literally, God has no children. No parents. No partner.
I think I like the idea of an omnipotent, omniscient .. something.
That there's a plan. That things happen for a reason.

There's plenty I don't believe.
I don't believe most humans. It's a distrust I can't help.
I don't believe in extremism in any form, in any direction.
I don't believe in violence, in hatred, and lately, I don't believe I see the point in anger.
I don't believe in lies. (Pun intended)

The Gypsy

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Day 8. A Moment

I'm quite lost as to what to make of this one.
A moment of what?
A moment of silence?
That'd make this quite an empty blog.

A moment of something that happened some day?
That'd make me have to choose from how many zillion moments of good and bad?

So I'll choose this as a moment to tell those I care about: I love you.
You know who you are. All of you.

*Addicted to saying the L-word, apparently*

The Gypsy

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Day 7. Your Best Friend

Ah, there we go again with the annoying questions.
Who made these up? Seriously.
It's like filling in my cousin Suzanne's Friendship-booklet all over again.

Best movie, favourite food, best friend, favourite song..
Does best mean that everything else ranks second, third, hundredth on that list?
What if I don't have a favourite movie, just a list of several movies I find good.
Why do I have to choose anyways? I really really don't like choosing.
Especially not, and here it comes: Especially not where my friends are concerned.
They're all bloody fantastic ├╝ber-awesome people, damnit, else they wouldn't deserve that "friend" title to begin with. If I do favour one above the other, what would that make of me if I'd just go ahead and and name one person, with it kind of stating everybody else sucks in comparison.

+Cough+ Did I let myself go?
I might've, a bit. Sorry. ^ ^;;

Here, then, comes a list of "best" friends. In totally random order, too.
And no, if you're not on it it doesn't mean right away I don't consider you a good friend.
Listing things means you need to put your memory at work.
And my memory is by default really lazy. And yes, I'll use you're nickname, if you're using that online. And yes. It's an international list. Hurray.

♠ Johnny Vincero
♠ Judith
♠ Sharita
♠ Marijn
♠ Ralf
♠ Jack Garret
♠ Sara Z
♠ Jazz
♠ Qarfur
♠ Ingrid
♠ Heba F

If I would have nothing left in the world, no home, no money, no job, no family, then those would be the people that I'd probably go to for help. Because I'm sure they wouldn't let me down.
Likewise, if they ever need anything whatsoever, I'd pretty much do everything within my power to make sure they get it.

The Gypsy

Monday, 6 September 2010

Day 6. Your Day

My day has been full of emotions.
Luckily, mostly relief.
Some anxious worrying.

Tamara's off her tube, almost of her oxygen. Not yet off the painkillers.
I'll be able to go to mum and my siblings with the Feast in a couple of days.
I managed to get an exemption.
The weather was nice. More than nice.
Cooked for myself. Cooked good, too.
Watching Bridget Jones to just.. forget everything for a while.

Going to pray some more.

The Gypsy

Registered Donor Yet?

If not, now is the time to fill in your name. (If you're capable of/allowed to donate organs, that is.)

Tamara had a rough Saturday on Sunday night, as they couldn't stop the bleeding on the Intensive Care. Apparently they had hit a small vein/artery near her heart that started leaking as soon as she got another bloodtransfusion.
So they decided it would be best to perform another surgery, after which she became reasonably stable.

Sunday morning she opened her eyes for the first time when Rick took hold of her hand, and she has been opening them more frequently and for longer periods of time ever since.
She had a slight panic attack about the intubation, I cannot imagine how horrible that thing feels.
Nurses were strict about that though. Just one or two more days, and she wouldn't risk needing to be anaesthetized to place that stupid painful tube again.

Today, they took the tube out. Since then, she's been whispering everybody's ears off when she has the energy to. :) Go Tamara!
She's also been having dreams about sheep. (? xD)
Still a few difficult weeks ahead, but she's reaching milestone after milestone with ease and grace as if it's all a piece of pie.
We couldn't be prouder of her, nor happier. :)

The Gypsy

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Day 5. Your Definition of Love

This one is easy.

Love is the feeling you can't describe. It combines world's greatest emotions in one.
The feeling that you'd do a lot (or everything) for that creature.
That you care whether they're happy or sad, whether they live or die.

You can love in a gazillion different ways.
You can love your friends, but they'll be loved differently from family.
You can love a puppy, your cat, or your new bling laptop.
You can love liquorice, or cheese, fruit, chocolate or pizza.
You can love that special person, that soul-mate, in twenty million ways.
You should love yourself.

Love is good though.
It feels good to be loved.
It feels even better to love.
Like the whole world is at peace.

I love love. That's for sure.

The Gypsy

Saturday, 4 September 2010

Day 4. What You Ate Today

Finally. A less personal question. Hurray.
After the last 18 hours I'd welcome some distraction in any form.

I didn't eat anything all day.
Just an hour ago I did, though: Leek, potatoes, salad.
Basics. Good basics.
And peach/passion fruit-yoghurt for dessert.

I also made chocolate truffels. No clue if they succeeded.
Will know in a bit. I think (=
It looks good, anyways.

The Gypsy

Lungtransplant - Ready, Set, Go.

A third call for Tamara happened last night.
Unfortunately only those blessed with the Dutch language can follow that one.
So I figure I'd sort of keep it up here too.
Venting helps. A bit.

She got the call at 03:30 am, and at after saying goodbyes, got aneasthetized after 11 am.
In the meantime it was just a frustratingly long wait. Praying, hoping, and keeping our thumbs crossed till they turned blue.

3 times apparently was the charm, seeing as they got a green light at about 13:30.
She's still in surgery. It might take till this evening. Probably will get an update after her first (succesful) new lung is set in.
Until then, anxious, yet hopeful waiting. Sending good vibes her way would help. So yeah. Please help?

The Gypsy.

(Ps: My times may be inaccurate. It was a bit of a blur)

Friday, 3 September 2010

Day 3. Your Parents.

Are a man and a women.

The Gypsy.

PS: For more information, contact me.
If you have my email it means you're close enough to know more.
If you don't, already.

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Day 2. Your First Love

1. Only came by in my very late teens.
2. Made me realize I wasn't asexual.
3. Created something like an ego. A small one.
4. Made me see myself in a totally different light.
5. Left quite an impression on me.
6. Changed me in more ways than possible to think of.
7. You have to take all that in the way you want to.
8. That's all I really want to share about this topic.

The Gypsy

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Day 1. Introduce yourself

Hello. Is this thing on? *thump, thump, Eeeeeeeee* Guess that's a yes..
+nervous giggle+

Uhm. So...Hi!
I'm Jacintha. *Murmurs of "Hello, Jacintha"* My friends call me Jess.
And uhm. I'm an alcoholic. *clapping*
Okay. Not really. I don't drink. At all. *Clapping stops*
But I'm addicted to.. my friends? writing? traveling? the internet? *.. silence*
I'm half-vampire, half-gypsy, a bookworm, and unlimitedly curious.

Right now, I'm trying as hard as I can to think of something to share that people might want to know, that is both interesting for people who already know me for years, and people that are reading my blog for the very first time. And guess what? I can't think of anything. xD
But that's okay. Because I introduced myself. And I rock. 8)

The Gypsy