I like big books and I cannot lie

So for 2015 I have decided to embark on a challenge to read 52 books and so far I have read a grand total of… THREE books in two months, (whoopsie daisy looks like I’m slacking a little).

At first I thought reading 52 books in a year would be a piece of cake considering I enjoy reading books. But the truth is I guess I don’t devote enough time to read these days. As a kid I loved reading, I spent many, many afternoons reading away, off in another world and making occasional appearances in the real world to forage for food. I suppose partly growing up is to blame since I have to spend time studying and not to mention I spend a great deal of time watching plenty of TV shows and playing tons of video games.

The three books I have read so far are:

Animal Farm by George Orwell 5/5

I remember being forced to read this book in year 7, back then I had no care for politics and history and I wouldn’t have known who Stalin was even if he punched me in the face. I remember hating the book, thinking it was stupid how the pigs acted like humans and I thought the story was boring. Fast forward seven years and now I am somewhat more knowledgeable than my 11 year old self, I absolutely adore the book. I love how Orwell showed at the start the whole farm was united against humans and how they were able to revolt and take over the farm. But eventually the pigs went against their original ideas of denouncing human habits and instead at the end they started to walk on two legs, lived in the farm house and acted just like humans. Even though it is a very short book I know for sure it’s a book I will reread many more times in the future.

The Stranger by Albert Camus 3/5

I have been meaning to read this book for a little while now. The book overall for me was an okayish read, although it was thought provoking at times I just didn’t develop any feelings for the main character and I didn’t particularly care for what happened to him. Maybe if I was fluent in French I’d appreciate the book more. Perhaps one day in the future I may reread the book to see if my feelings change but in all honesty I probably won’t reread it considering there’s so many books I’d like to read first.

The Miserable Mill (A Series of Unfortunate Events #4) by Lemony Snicket 

I read this many moons ago (approx 8/9 years ago) but considering I forgot the bulk of what happens it was nice to reread it since I never actually finished reading the entire series. It’s a very easy read and I read it on my Kindle in the mornings on my daily bus ride. Maybe it’s the nostalgia from my childhood which makes me feel like the book is great. But for those who still have that little child within themselves and enjoy a little bit of fun then this series is definitely worth reading.

Live Love Laugh

The great thing about being incapable of fear is that the future wouldn’t frighten me; the impending deaths of loved ones or the possibility of not achieving my goals wouldn’t make me squirm at the thought. I wouldn’t be scared of roller-coasters or heights or even trying new obscure foods. I wouldn’t fear the unknown or oblivion. I guess you can say I won’t fear fear itself as well as my own approaching death. Whether I’d be happy being fear less is another matter entirely.

I guess I’d be happy that when cornered by a spider/moth I wouldn’t scream bloody murder and I’d be able to exterminate said creepy crawlies without any hesitance. But what kind of life would I live without fear? Fear is apart of the parcel of life and without the scares,sadness and shocks we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the smiles,laughter and joy. Without the low points how could we possibly acknowledge the highs?

Without fear I for one would be grateful that I could stare my mother in the eye and tell her that I’ve eaten snacks before dinner since I wouldn’t be afraid of her temper. But a problem which would ensue is that World War III would no doubt commence… So I guess fear is a good thing after all!

Daily Prompt

 

Ramblings

I haven’t posted as much as I wanted to when I first made my WordPress account. I had all these brilliant ideas about how I’d regularly post and interact with millions across the globe. I guess my blog needs to be nurtured and loved rather than being abandoned in the dark depths of the internet. I don’t really have much to say (well nothing of interest really), I have nearly a dozen draft posts in the pipeline but I’ve never bothered finishing them and posting them online. 

It’s funny how when I’m busy I have a list of a millions things to do once I’m free, but now since it’s the summer holidays I cannot be bothered to do said million things. I bet as soon as I’m swamped under work again I’ll have great ideas to carry out once I’m free but no doubt when I’m free I’d just do 1/10th of whatever plans I made. 

The good thing is that I’ve had a lot of time to think about everything and anything but I feel like I should do something worthwhile with my time instead of spending all my free time split between Netflix and playing games on the PS3. I guess I’ll start volunteering again soon and I also really need to get a move on all the books I plan to read as well.

The End Is Nigh

Next Friday I will be a free woman-my last A Level exam will be over and hopefully university will beckon me this September.

I don’t have many plans for this summer apart from going out a few times with friends. I like the fact that I’ll be letting the chips fall way they may. It’s a nice feeling not having weeks in advance booked with X,Y and Z. I’m sure the boredom will make me want to pull my hair out within a week or two though.

I guess my summer will consist of me trying to get a part time job, reading books,watching TV series and films. As well as going out and having a fun time with friends and family.

It’s worrying that I’ll only have a handful of free summers left-soon enough I’ll be entering the rat race that is work. Clocking in at 9 and clocking out at 5 followed by the mad rush to get home. For what? To pay the bills? Buy some fancy clothes? To able to go on an exotic holiday? For me it’s scary thinking about the future because there will be good and bad times coming up-that’s guaranteed.

But for now I’ll be focusing on the task at hand-watching all the TV series I have lined up for this summer!

The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley

When I was in secondary school I was certain I was destined for great things (academically that is). I felt that I had the Midas touch in all my subjects and that Alevels were only a small stepping stone for my goal to study at a top university. I enjoyed all my subjects and I was doing well, I had an impression this would carry on at Alevel and that I would still have fun in my subjects and I would also get great grades.

I had very high aspirations academic-wise, I was incredibly naive it seems…

Unfortunately things haven’t planned out in the way I once imagined. It seems an impending gap year may be needed. Having just spoken to my sister I am very fortunate to have understanding family members who can make me feel that it’s not the end of the world when things don’t go right-unconditional love is the greatest.

I now feel even if I do have any setbacks I can just pick myself up and have another ago, after-all it is character building and who knows-the future may have something great for me in stock…

I still am an eternal optimist even if the best laid plans go awry.

A Great Puzzling Expectation

Many moons ago a relative brought me a box set of puzzles at the beginning of the year-it had a dozen of the worlds most famous monuments. I decided then that I would complete all of the 12 of puzzles by the end of that year, I was about 9/10 at the time so it was slow pickings trying to make the puzzle, each puzzle had 500 pieces and it was quite a tough challenge for mini me.

I remember trying to complete the famous Giza pyramids puzzle, I did the border and then I became frustrated because all the pieces were a similar shade of yellow/blue. I promptly left that puzzle and moved onto a puzzle far close to home and which was more familiar-London’s Tower Bridge. Once again I completed the border and then became lost in the midst of the puzzles pieces of bricks and water.

I became fed up with the puzzles and my young mind became preoccupied by other wonders of the pre teen world-High School Musical. I fell in the trap of pre teen TV heaven that was Disney Channel (ahh Zac Efron my first crush!) Fast forward almost a decade, the puzzles were left uncompleted and ended up being thrown away since my mum doesn’t like ‘riff-raff’ in the house.

I have an odd feeling of trying to complete a puzzle again. At least my 18 year old mind won’t become easily distrac-oh look a butterfly!!!

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Me-Hallucinating?

After a long hard day of doing nothing but ‘window shopping’ I decided to embark on my long journey back home. Whilst being uncomfortably pressed against the train carriage I remembered that there was a slice of fresh cream cake in the fridge waiting for me. I licked my lips in anticipation and a few ‘mmhs’ and ‘ahhs’ slipped from my lips. Naturally I received a bunch of odd looks and a few glares from the other passengers because on the Tube in London one must not act odd and/or feral. Unfortunately I’m a bit of both you see…

Anyway, once I reached my destination I hopped off the Tube and I skipped back to my home eagerly. I unlocked the door hastily and I ran to my fridge (if only the cameras were recording me then- I broke the 100m record set by Usain Bolt). I yanked open the fridge and I scoured the shelves for my slice of cake- it was gone!

Naturally by being English I called 999-my old chum Sherlock will save me! However, a lady picked up and asked me what the emergency was-how peculiar, I didn’t know Sherlock had a receptionist. Anyhow I told her about my emergency, but she yelled at me telling me “pranks” aren’t funny and hanged up on me. How will I solve the mystery now? I then decided I should watch a bit of telly whilst I think things over.

As I walked into my living room, I saw two fat things sitting upon my cat (my poor cat was blue in the face) and eating my last slice of cake. I don’t know what they were as my vision was a bit hazy but they seemed like people but at the same time they seemed awfully odd. I decided they must have been Americans!

Just as I was about to snatch my cake away from their greedy mouths the door bell rang. I ran to the door and lo and behold the police had arrived! I thanked them for their prompt arrival in my hour of need, I took them to the living room and told them to send the Americans back to where they belonged-fat camp.

Next thing you know the police had arrested me.

Currently I am sitting in a small cell in prison, fortunately they have given me this piece of paper and a pen to occupy myself whilst the courts decide what the verdict is.

I guess you are wondering how on Earth did I get arrested and whether or not the Americans got sent to fat camp. Well, according to the police officers it is illegal to walk around the streets of London stark naked-I think the words they used was something along the lines of ‘indecent exposure’. They also told me pranking the police is illegal.

Now about those pesky cake stealing Americans-they didn’t exist, or so I was told. According to my lawyer it was not a bright idea taking magic mushrooms in the morning.

Hmmm, I thought these mushrooms I plucked from my back garden were supposedly healthy since they are what I called ‘organic’ as they were home grown after all…

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WordPress App

Oooohh I just downloaded the WordPress app and it’s pretty cute (am I allowed to call an app cute?!)

I followed a bunch of blogs today and they are hilarious! Their humour was right up my street-well techinally right up my nerves haha. Since the brain converts the nerve impulses and… No-not funny? Sorry. 😦

Dreams? Phoenix? What?

I’m terribly uncreative so it was a painful process coming up with a name for my blog.

I wanted something that’s ‘cool’ and isn’t cliched or embarrassing, unfortunately my blog comes in the latter categories.

A phoenix is a mythical creature which (thanks for the definition wiki);

In Greek mythology, a phoenix or phenix (Ancient Greek φοίνιξ phóinīx) is a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or reborn. Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor.

And dreams are well you know dreams, a person’s hopes and aspirations or their most crazy fantasies. Sometimes it’s something that is outlandish and not particularly realistic. But most of the time it’s something which people strive to make a reality as it is something they believe will lead them to happiness.

By smashing the words dreams and phoenix together what I was trying to indicate was this blog is here to be eternal whereby my thoughts, dreams and opinions live on long after I leave the world behind. (Providing there’s an internet connection and any humans left using WordPress that is).

Also, I’m a big supporter of Liverpool FC and a phoenix is a part of the club’s crest, so for me the blog name ties in nicely with one of my interests.

Hello! Namaste! Guten Tag! Hola! Bonjour!

To those who are from the far corners of the world it’s nice to meet you *pretends to shake hands* and to those who I know that are stalking me-don’t worry, chances are I’ve stalked you too…

Welcome! Please have a seat and perhaps a cup of tea and make yourself feel at home. This is just my own little space in the big bad world (wide web), chances are I’ll be talking about something insignificant and nothing of interest to the majority of the several billion people in this world.