Exam Rambling

I have finally joined the rank of the drug addicts of history, it is simple, so simple, we are started off slowly, when we are young, not given a choice, not given a chance to redeem ourselves.

We are forced to start doing exams, more and more exams, so many exams, to many exams. Then we look for some supplement, to keep our brains going. Dark in them middle of then night, making sure we have something to work on, to build on. Time to live.

That is when we are first given. COFFEE.

The hilarity of it, coffee as amazing as it is. People must understand that in the morning when you have your coffee, the reason you start feeling so amazing and so brilliantly beautiful. Is not because you are being eneregised. No for that you need a quadruple espresso with a side of Americano. No the reason is because you have, successfully warded off the withdrawal effect of all the coffee which you had ingested the day before.

After your second coffee, usually a few minutes after the first you brain starts to crave more.

Already? We just drank a little tiny bit more, are you not happy dear brain cells?

Well, that was a short and sweet ramble that I had after I pampered myself with the second bout of beautiful coffee at 01:15am.

GOOD DAY PEOPLE OF EARTH.

Common Room #4

Its about time I send a rant about those lovely people that I share my pain, misery and above all else the sweet suffering of exams. The new faces, the friends, made though the close quarters (often very smelly) of common room are endless. Honest friends, who show your their true colors by raging and screaming at you, break down crying or melt into a puddle at any given moment of time.

The first group that I would like to start with, those who have been at my side, or rather, me stuck to theirs almost consistently for the past month. Working together to try and make this semester pass, are the odd fits. A lovely group of people, who are made of the eternal bitch face, a person that scares the living willies out of anyone, yet when needed she pops up and helps all those around her as best as she can. Then you get the M&M, the stretchy one and the obnoxious one, I owe them that I am found in this group now. They have been nothing but supportive of my daily meltdowns and hours of wailing and complaining about my life and studies and DID I MENTION I HAD A PAPER CUT TODAY WHY DOES LIFE HATE ME. Talking about annoying, there is the annoying one, a puddle of hugs and love, caring like a mother hen about her friends more than anything in the world.

I just realized I left the guys out of this, well you got the Scottish pastor from the middle south american bible belt, who was born and raised in Malta. Enough said about him, more about the bun dude, who is quite a quiet guy, yet when pissed off he shows enough emotion to make a passing comment. You're weirdness knows no bounds, and yes I did write you're, bloody grammar Hitler, I KNOW YOU ARE LOOKING AT THIS and I do NOT CARE I WILL STAND AGAINST YOUR IRON RULE. (This guy, lets call him Toupee dude has a love for Medicine and correct Grammar.)

So after getting rid of the core of annoyance in the room. We really should move on to the medicine students, rather the small bunch of medicine students who are known for sporadic laughing and long chats in a rather loud manner. Making sure everyone around them knows how hard their subject is. With all of their elite nature, they are honestly a sweet group of people, and the long chats about medicine and science while smoking outside are quite honestly something that I look forward to.

The last group for this blog (more will follow later this is getting to long), would be the rabble, or rather the procrastinators extraordinaire. THEY MANAGE to make anything in a lovely break, be it play hearthstone, basket ball, football, smoking, sitting, watching episodes. You name it, they do it. It is really incredible, and yet somehow they still manage to get all of their work done, effortlessly and be chill when exam times comes up.

Last side note, Hail Caesar, you know who you are :)

To be continued....

The Glass

Is the Glass half full or half empty?

An age old question often used and interpreted in a myriad of ways. Supposedly making us think about our personality, if we are optimists or pessimists. However, I never heard someone say, although I am sure I am not the first to think of this. It is just a glass with water in it.

We have such an obsession to classify things, separate and divide into facts of information. We need to know. We need to put everything into its category, and get that fix for our "OCD" as many would say. Yet as I said, why cannot the glass be just a glass of water? 

From our own perspective it is just a glass of water, but from someone else's point of view it is definitely going to be described as something different. This is because we do not see the same things, we do not see the world from the same perspective. We do usually have a tendency to have a very similar, with almost identical perspective that is heavily influenced by the culture that we live in, the people that we grow up with, or those that we call friends. Yet it always impresses me how people from different cultures, different education backgrounds or simply different ages tend to see the world.

Do we all ways see everything we have around us?

I used to work as a waiter and this put me in contact with a large amount of tourists who always gave me their own take on my culture, coming from Gozo. I had this idea, a very close minded and small perspective of how the world was or so I thought. When I traveled I understood those people I used to meet bewildered lost in my culture. All it took was me brushing up someone else culture. Having lived just one month in America and then having been in a relationship with someone from London, which resulted in me living the odd week over there every few months. Showed me how differently we see our world from each other, and in a way opened my mind to so many different possibilities of seeing anything. Including that glass of water.

In a manner, I don't see a glass of water, or rather don't want to see a glass of water. I want to see what others see, because that is in itself just as interesting and intriguing as the eternal debate of the half full, half empty glass, because in doing that I believe that I might be able to understand much better how others think and feel.

Walking. Running. Jumping.

Recently I started, being much more on the active side of life. I realised that my body needed some looking after, this after spending an entire year depriving it of sleep, stuffing it with the unhealthiest of foods and above all else depriving it of movement. 

Naturally, I choose to start practising, a very mild version of Parkour, because why not?

For those that do not know what Parkour is, 

"Parkour is a training discipline using movement that developed from military obstacle course training. Practitioners aim to get from A to B in the most efficient way possible. This is done using only the human body and the surroundings for propulsion, with a focus on maintaining as much momentum as possible while still remaining safe. "

Basically, this yet an other one of my many impulses to try out new things. That said the number of people who took the piss out of me, when I told them what I was tyring to learn, was only over come by those who could not comprehend why I had choosen something like that over, more conventional methods of training. I could not awnser them, not when I was told by a dear friend of mine. 

"I did not laugh, because your going to try and learn how to practise parkour, I am laughing because it is so unusual and so strange for someone to go for that." 

He is absolutely and completely right, it is strange for us to do what the majority of us do not do. What am I getting at with this post, you have guessed it is. They are not my new endeavours. Rather what I learnt from them, that we have all of these social constructs that stop us create invisible walls, that make no sense why they should exist. 

Yet, here we are in the morning, waking up and following a routine, that we made or imposed on us. This routine, is so dangerous that people will not notice anything about it. I could not believe it myself, but when I was recovering from one of my many runs, I landed badly and was tyring to catch my breath so I could keep going on. I found myself between two paths, which to get from one to the other, one had to take a 2-3 minute walk around the building. Yet if you were to just run and jump across a three meter gap, it would take you 20-30 seconds at most. 

No one, not even myself got the idea to walk across that small gap, rather we always prefer taking the long way  around, because its what is socially acceptable. What we believe that we have to do, because it is what others do. If we do not do what others do, others will look at us weird or worse, think we are strange. 

None of that happened, with me, breathing heavily, I was all of a sudden invisible. No one stopped to look at the weird person standing where he shouldn't be. Why? Because I should not have been there, because it was illogical for a human to be there. Thus, we do not look in places like these. Yet these places are the most amazing of places, that I am currently looking for, not just physically but also in my life, how I do things. I am constatnly tyring to find new and novel ways to act, live and most importantly of think. 

Thinking outside of the box, coming up with ideas that no one could think of before, and implementing them or talking about them. More often than not, people think I am insane, suggesting the most outrageous of ideas. Concepts, which people tell me, we are not yet ready to make a reality. The thing is, we are never readyto do anything, unless we try. 

Now I am just rambling, but it was a thought that I had, and wanted to share with the rest of you. Been thinking a while how to write this, but as it turned out just sitting down and starting to type my ranting here rather then just telling myself how can I go around it. This has worked out pretty well.

So, my question to you.

Do you see this as well? Our constraints, that we put on ourselves, acting in ways not because we entirely want to, but because others act like that and thus we must conform.

Photos on instagram,

Facebook posts,

Blogging even, 

Tweets, 

Dress code,

Food.

The list is infinite, some might see me as a hipster, since what I propably comming off as one in this post (I really am not tring to be), I would like to share a thought, is it not, that our much loved individuality is just all but, a collection of characterisitcs that we pick up form those around us, in the most random of fashions. Begging the question to be, what does really make us individuals?

For me, it is the fearlessness not to be normal. What's yours?

Humans of Common Room.

I am swagilisious.

You Wut bro?

?.?

Glorious Beard time.

Gilli powered by Colgate. 

Gimmeeeeeee some.

Chicken.

WE ARE FAR TOO FABOULOUS.

Why is this idiot taking a photo of us?

Please not the blog please not the blog.

I WANT ME SOME BOOTY.

Oh HAI there how can we help you?

Mhmmmmhm

I CAN SMILE!

Yes?!

We are studying, we promise.

I will become the guru.

Table flip in 3.. 2.. 1..

Ramblingggggggggggggggggggggggggg

OK,

I haven't rambled in a LONG LONG TIME AND IT IS GETTING ON MY NERVES, SO HERE GOES NO HOLDS BARRED (please hold on to your seats and put your seat belts on) BECAUSE I AM GOING TO RANT AND RAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO what has been going with my crazy crazy life?

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Mostly studying in the past two weeks, but we will be getting back to that later on, you guys have not heard from me in far to long. Where do I even begin, I mean last time I rambled I was (telling you all) that I got over a love of mine...

*cough* I sure as *cough* hell did, took me an other few dozen poems, drunk nights, drunk texting, raging on the phone, crying, punching walls and some more raging to people, but at least, oh oh oh oh forgot the time I kicked down a wall, I dont think I got more episodes *wondering* at least now I am much better YIPPY.

Anyway, where was I, yes, so yes last time I was telling you guys how I was starting a new chapter of my life, and that chapter was the chapter were I was going to run for the KSU's Independent position for KPS, Project April, I called it. It was supposed to allow me to put myself, and all that I can do out there. I must say, I was impressed with what I managed to put together. I put forward all my potential, all my skill, and all of my passion, and boy did it feel good. Sure I lost, one skimpy vote, but man, considering everything, I am proud to have managed to get half of the organisations at this univeristy to trust in me. It was an incredible experience, and sure as hell, even though I am not in an official position, I will be doing all that I can to make stuff happen anyway because why not!?

WELL the lights DECIDED to turn off on me, (I am at uni and of course there had to be a black out because why not)

ANYWAY,

Yes, so that happened, apart from that, I started working out mah BOOTYYYYYEHHHH, hahahaha, started running and doing some basic climbing, and man it feels GOOD! I am loosing weight, (finally) eating healthy(sort of, chocolate is organic yes? of course it is) and feeling ENERGETIC (HURRAH).

That said...I am going to be stuck...in...the...saddest...place...of all time, at uni STUDYING! Although made a bunch of new friends, something that happens every single semester it seems. This place is amazing, the library, the common room, amongst other places.

NOW with that out of my system, and showing you that I AM YES I AM STILL ALIVE! I will be going back to studying, however just before I go. I promised a dear, very dear friend of mine something special, so here it is,

SAY HI TO THE BEARDED CAP DUDE!!!!

I want me some of that fried chicken!

Studying Shenanigans (Challange)

So I am taking photos of people while we are working, and decided to upload these in a certain manner, with a challenge for you guys. Find the best story you can build from these photos, in the order they are in.

Lets the games begin.

Daniel.

Roberto.

Mike and Martina

Mike and Martina

John.

Marie Cini the first person to come up with a story gets the privilege of having it posted on the actual blog, the others put it in the comments and then we see which one is the best :)

The best gets placed along side Marie's :)

"Daniel : I have a thermos whatca gonna do about it bitch !!

Roberto : Not again !! 

Mike + Martina : What's that is it a bird ? A plane? 

Mike : I think it's John ! 

John: I'm a wizard !!! I shall turn your thermos into a boa for Samantha !!"