Starbucks lover for life ;)

Starbucks lover for life ;)

Friday, 18 April 2014

The Lentern Sacrifice by yours truely

Every year systematically millions of people give up something for LENT. To begin, for those who have been living under a rock or if your name is Lauren Dwyer-Smith, LENT is a period of time in the Christian church year. 
The dictionary´s definition:


noun
(in the Christian religion) an annual season of fasting and penitence in preparation for Easter, beginning on Ash Wednesday and lasting 40 weekdays to Easter, observed by Roman Catholic, Anglican, and certain other churches.


SOOO..Basically, the main man JC went out in the desert for 40 days and nights, on just bread and water. He was tested multiple times by the devil and so on and so on. As a result, it´s ment to teach you humility, service and putting others before yourself. Hence back to 2014; the millions decide to give up sweets and junk food primarily, not for the man JC but for the waistline or ´lack of it´. It is almost certain that over 75% give up just after a few ´straining´ days.
  They are tempted by the Lindt chocolates on offer during this Eater period, those EXTRA chewing gums and Creme Eggs. Yet now onto my point.  Why do people commit? Why does everyone follow this ´tradition´ I might even allow myself to call it. I have for once decided to ´COMMIT´?  and give up one thing this lent and have vowed to keep it this time. So when deciding on what to give up, what to LET GO *play frozen song* I had remembered all the uprising alligations.*you can stop the frozen song now* Of course. EVERYONE (and this certainly no exaggeration) believes I´m ADDICTED to Starbucks. NONSENSE!! Now hey I think "addicted" is a strong term. Sure I love a good Starbucks but this is no addiction. I swear I can stop at any time. WAIT!WAIT!WAIT! I know that that is something an ´addict´would say but really..I´m here to prove you wrong. Therefore I´ve given it up for lent.
It´s currently been 40 or so days.
What you sayin´??? I´m still going though...bare in mind I haven´t even entered a starbucks.. i have sat outside one though whilst my BLISSFULLY AWARE mates drank in front of me...Gotta love ´em though

SO...you think you can challenge me??

Get yourself a cuppa... yours Nicky :) 

 

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Christmas 2013?

Firstly, I would like to make one thing clear. As a child, only three words could crush a child's heart and hopes. SANTA DOESN'T EXIST. Hence to clarify, their idol was actually no other than St.Nicholas...hence the REAL colour of Christmas isn't RED but GREEN..just saying..well, typing.
Once again our tutor, the P.E. teacher that he is, "attempts" (which I appreciate) to be a proper tutor; organising he annual 'not so SECRET SANTA' . Me picking KYLE coincidentally, but that wasn't it, my other annoying POLSKI teacher did it too. THANKFULLY I GOT ALEX ;) Though the people that get me are honestly SO BAD at keeping secrets...MAKDA and ZUZANNA. Judging by the two I am honestly scared to know what abstract things I can possibly receive. 
Anyway, my oh so considerate family have decided to go to POLAND this Christmas..-plays polish anthem-  ...and take me with them. -_- ..-end of anthem- Maybe if for once they listened to me, just once in a while, they would know I have plans.
Buuuuuut...they are POLISH..so what can I say. I know for certain that BOREDOM will strike! And unfortunately I won't have any friends there...just cows, dogs and whatever is found in the cold, polish countryside during winter. YAAY!! -_- 

Sarcasm at it's finest..

I'M OUT

Saturday, 7 December 2013

The not so sweet sixteenth!

So...yeah...the big day has come. Saturday 14th September 2013. Days before, the stereotypical MTV moments flashed through my mind. "My sweet sixteenth", the term which according to America meant huge parties which included people like; the populars, the nerds, the inbetweeners, people you don't know yet 'celebrate' with you. But where do I lie on this scale?
I'm not only lost in society; but lost in myself. I'm confused and drowning in my weird, mixed feelings and emotions. A time which is meant to be the best of my life, is slowly slipping away. I'm stuck in between who people want me to be, who I want to be and who I really am. I've turned 16 and no difference has been made to my not so fully satisfying life. They wouldn't remember if not for the thankful FACEBOOK notifications. The 'Happy Birthdays' typed without a shadow of thought. You'd think that it would all change on this memorable day. Hoping for a miracle, one wish comes across my blissfully unaware mind every year when blowing out the increasing number of candles. But I won't tell you as apparently it's 'BAD LUCK' not that I've had any good luck anyway. The brain washed generation hoping for the pavements to be paved with GOLD. The AMERICAN DREAM, I can suggest recalling my recent English essay; OF MICE AND MEN. Maybe like Lennie and Crooks, I'm lost and longing to be socially accepted. Or like Curley's wife just longing for attention...either way both Lennie and the anonymous Curley's wife DIE. Some would agree they die achieving their dreams but did they really?
Back to the point, I would convince people not to raise their standards and expectations too high. Sixteen is just a number. A number which Will change annually.  And as I am increasing in age and not in height, I'm certainly convinced, I won't be on MTV's "my super sweet sixteen". As I am just a microcosm of the billions of teenagers who look to be accepted.


Don't get your hopes up.

From,

The sixteen year old, who's exploring the wonders of the world and her place in it.
PEACE..Nicky ;)


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