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.

Xx

The Gypsy

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?

Xx

The Gypsy

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.

Xx

The Gypsy

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?

Xx

The Gypsy

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.

Xx

The Gypsy

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.

Xx

The Gypsy

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.

See?

My eyes have been uber-dry all day, and now they're immediately teary.

My heart hurts now.

Stupid topic.

Xx

The Gypsy