Thought for the day: Graduation

On Monday, December 3, 2012 at the Royal Festival Hall near Waterloo Station in London, England….

My coursemates and I met up for one final celebration by walking down the University of Westminster red carpet, shake hands to the heads of our department, and get our diploma.

We finally did it.

We made it through the year of stress, tears, countless projects and plenty of laughs and have come out with a new title to our names.

We are now Masters of journalism.

Watch out world, here we come…and were coming at you with new eyes, new skills and plenty of personality to keep you informed and entertained for years to come.

Congratulations c/o 2012

WE DID IT!!

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The Versatile Blogger Award

The Versatile Blogger Award

WOW! This is pretty amazing! ABlondesPointOfView.com has been nominated for “The Versatile Blogger Award”. Thanks to LondonLiaison for the nomination, you are my boo and I am so glad I got to meet you over here in London. Also, a big thank you to anyone who reads my blog! You all are amazing 🙂

Part of the award is to mention 7 random things about myself:

  1. I have recently thought about changing my career choice and go to LAW SCHOOL!
  2. I am a pescatarian and I don’t eat gluten
  3. I am not a natural blonde, at heart maybe, but thanks to bleach I can be a blondie.
  4. When I was home in April I auditioned to be a Disney Princess Look-a-like.
  5. I have a special playlist on my iPod for classic Disney songs..and I listen to it when I ride the tube.
  6. I am obsessed with the colour pink.
  7. I have a soft spot in my heart for super hero movies…and I fancy Captain America 😉

There are so many amazing blogs worth reading out there. I’d like to nominate following 15 Blogs for “The Versatile Blogger Award”:

Congratulations! “The Versatile Blogger Award” rules are:

  • Add the award to your blog.
  • Thank the blogger who gave it to you.
  • Mention 7 random things about yourself.
  • List the rules.
  • Award to 15 or more bloggers.

Thought for the day: Home is not always your home

I was recently talking to my sister-in-law last night..and she said something to me that I have been thinking about.

She said to me “You seems to balance home and living in another country great…what is your secret?”

Well, like I told her there is no secret to my balancing act between London and Florida.

I never have felt that Florida was my home. I never had that feeling of “home”.

I have always wanted to get out of Florida as fast as I could.

I know a majority of my friends and family are there…which is great. I love seeing them when I visit.

However, I still don’t ever feel like I belong I suppose you could say.

London, on the other hand, is somewhere I instantly felt that sense of “home”. I love it here.

London is my home. My heart is here…and I couldn’t be happier here.

Yes, I miss my family and friends back in the States…however, I feel like I fit in and belong here in London.

Don’t ask me how…I am sure I won’t live here in London forever, but for now I am content.

And living a dream.

Balancing home (where you live) and home (where your heart is) is not always easy.

Such as if you move to another country to be with your significant other…and you decide to start a family.

You don’t necessarily look at the place you are living as permanent. Sometimes you want to go back to where your family and friends are to raise your family.

Makes sense…NOTHING is wrong with that.

Even if you counter part does not agree…you can’t help what you feel..and they should understand that.

I mean, it is probably easier said that done..I am neither is a marriage nor a relationship for that matter…so I get it is not that easy.

But home is where your heart is..whether that is in the US, London, Japan…where ever you feel at home…that is where your home is.

Thought for the day: Where will I be?

I hate when people ask me “where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Honestly people…how am I suppose to know the answer to that question?

I don’t even know where I will be come September, let alone where I will be three or more years from now.

Really. Life could go so many directions with me at this point in time.

I could get into law school and stay in London for another couple of years, while if I don’t get into law school…I will need to find a job.

Then that leaves the question on where in the world will I find a job? The US? London? Somewhere else in the world? Who knows!

And I am only 22. I could meet the love of my life, be swept off my feet and move to where ever he is. Wouldn’t that throw a curve ball in my life’s direction?

Haha imagine it!

So many aspects of my life are still unsure…I could go left…I could go right. Who knows at this point.

I am okay with not knowing where I will be in the next year. At this time in my life, I am just going with the flow.

Why worry about tomorrow…when today is not even over?

Food for thought. Think about it 🙂

Thought for the day: Traveling the world > sleep

This post may come off a bit loopy…since I am running on not even 12 hours of sleep within the past 3 days.

The excitement of traveling to a different country has managed to out weigh the fact that a human being needs something like 6 to 8 hours of sleep a night. For me this weekend…try 2 to 4 hours per night.

Thank goodness for adrenaline.

The first night, Sarah and I had a sleepover since the cab was coming to take us to the airport at like 3:30 a.m. Night after that…well…we were in Dublin. Come on.

You can sleep when you’re dead! At least that is how we lived this weekend.

Traveling takes a lot out of a person though. Not like you’re doing anything besides sitting down in the same chair for hours, but for some reason it takes so much energy to travel.

The flights weren’t to long, hardest part was how early in the morning they are. That is what you get when you book with a super cheap company. Beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to dirt poor graduate students.

The worst part of this weekend (travel wise) was the trip from the Stansted Airport in London back to campus.

We took the Stansted Express from the airport to Liverpool Street Station. Easy right? NOT!

We then tried to take the tube…however, with all the tube closures over the weekend, it took us longer to get from the airport to home than it did to fly to Ireland.

A bit ridiculous right? That would explain my exhaustion right now.

In the end, I will gladly say that when it comes to sleep…you really don’t need much of it when it comes to traveling.

Live in the moment. You can sleep when you’re dead…or on holiday.

Travel. Enjoy life. Don’t sleep. 😉

Thought for the day: Hostles are not a 5 star joint

Staying in a hostel for he first time has defidintly been an experience.

Since there were three of us (two female and one male) we got a mixed sex bedroom room. Meaning we were in a mixed gender room…and we had three randoms living with us for the two days we were there.

Love our luck. We ended up with three French guys who didn’t speak interest. They apparently were surprised to see two females in their room. Initially they looked a little shocked.

We woke the poor guys up on Saturday morning. Leave it to the girls to need to shower and get pretty before a bus tour (never know when a cute Irish guy will be around).

First issue with that morning. It was barely 6 a.m. The French guys came in about 3 a.m. and we could not get the shower to turn on.

We had to get the reception guy to fix it…and he nearly broke it. He made so much noise, there is no way that the poor roommates did not wake up.

The reception people were super nice though. They were very helpful, called the tour service and airport drop off bus for us.

Anything we needed…they helped out with. Super nice guys.

If you are a female, here is something to know: We had to put our makeup on in the men’s bathroom as well as straighten our hair in the dinning area.

Although there were some pros and cons to the hostel situation. I think all together I did not mind.

Next time, I would rather have a private room with just the people I am traveling with…or have a public room, but maybe end up with people more like us..that way when we get up to shower, we don’t ruin the beauty sleep of the men in our room.

Also, if you sleep talk or sleep walk…beware. I had a conversation in my sleep with the French guys when they came back at 5 a.m. and I swore I could understand them (might I add I don’t know French).

You get what you pay for with a hostel…however, this one did have free breakfast. Yumm! BONUS POINTS!

 

Thought for the day: Do strikes make a difference?

Today is national strike day for many teachers in England.

Teachers all over London canceled school to march to save their pensions.

As if teachers don’t get paid enough to teach our upcoming youth, they want to make cuts in the education system to “save money”.

Why cut something as important as teachers? Do the people wanting to make these cuts not have kids? Better yet…do they not remember the teachers they had growing up?

Either way, my thought is do strikes really make a difference? Or is it just a waste of time an energy?

In some nations like Korea, South Africa, France and Spain general strikes are still being used for mass mobilization and political protest.

In the past decade, millions of Europeans have participated in nationwide work stoppages over public sector budget cuts, labor law revisions, or pension plan changes sought by conservative governments.

In Brazil, voters have even chosen a one-time strike leader, Luis Inacio (“Lula”) da Silva, to serve as president of their country.

In America, although the massive turnout of immigrant workers at escalating weekday marches and rallies in March, April and May of 2006 constituted political strikes on a scale usually witnessed only abroad.

Every year, more than 20,000 union contracts are negotiated.

Yet since 1992, walkouts by 1,000 workers or more have averaged less than 40 annually.

In 2004, there were just 17, with only 316,000 union members participating. 100,000 of them in a single four-day telephone strike.

In contrast, at the peak of labor’s post-World War II strike wave in 1952, there were 470 major strikes, affecting nearly three million workers nationwide

So I suppose, even if there is not a change, at least the voice of the people can no be ignored during a strike.

Your voice is heard. No matter what.

Mainly due to the fact there are a group of people rallying for what they believe is right…or wrong.

Striking gives us, normally working class people the chance to speak out and let our voice be heard to those in a higher power.

The authorities can ignore people individually, but as a whole, we get our voices heard.

Thought for the day: The step moved!

What makes someone clumsy? I only ask this because I do not think I could go a full day without tripping over air…even though I know that the side walk jumped out at me! Which for some reason no one ever believes me. I mean seriously, did I miss out on that part of life called “learning to walk” or did I from the beginning have issues with picking up my feet..?

Last night, in the span of only a couple hours, I managed to eat the concrete twice. Literally eat it. Hands and knees on the ground. I am surprised I did not hit my face…I mean I am sure the concrete was feeling a bit lonely and THAT is why it moved the step down on me. It just wanted a kiss from the silly blonde that looked like Jazzercise Barbie. No offense to the concrete, but I happen to like my teeth. My parents spent a lot of money making sure my teeth were straight and white.

Although no kisses were given, the concrete still managed to take some skin from my knee and my hands. But I guess all is fair in love and war? Or I guess in this case it would be

All is fair in love and clumsiness 😉

Thought for the day: Fire alarms

Fire alarms are of course a great thing. If there is a fire… you can escape from the building before flames eat you. However, I am not a fan of the residence halls testing fire alarms at 11 a.m. on a Friday morning. Last Friday I was sleeping soundly (on my one week day with no class, so i can sleep in) and I had to jump out of bed, put clothes on, and half asleep walk outside.

Today was a different story… I was showering when the alarm went off. Great right? Having to walk outside in a towel. cute. Luckily before I got out of my hall the alarm stopped, leaving me with a little more pride than I thought I would have after this experience.

This is my cry out to the residence hall staff…can we move the testing time to a little bit later? This 11 a.m. thing is already annoying and its only been the second week.

Sincerely,

Girl who likes to not go outside in a towel with shampoo still in her hair. 😉