People

They come,

Always talking,                      never
Always running,                    stopping

Smiling together,                                    crying
Dancing in pairs,                                    alone

Watching movies,                                               standing
Eating meals,                                                      separated

They go.

Photo by Oscar Keys.

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.

Summer: The Lost Girl!

So yesterday I was walking back home after one of the nicest burgers I had in a while. The Falafel burger at New York's Best blew my mind away, and no they did not pay me to give them this advert, although they are welcome to give me a free burger next time <3. But yes the burger was out of this world, never expected in a million years for it to be so good, especially since I am not a big fan of Falafel.

Anyway I digress, yes I was walking home, tired from a very long day ( I will get to that in an other blog post). While waiting on the bus stop I eyes a gorgeous girl, who was vividly lost and panicking, so like any good citizen I look at the ground and kept myself to myself. Something which I am ashamed of having done, because the poor girl then came up to me and started asking me directions in very fragmented english. She was sounding very panicked and kept trying to explain that she needed to get to Marsaxlokk, which was around 2 hours bus ride away, and since it was at the end of the day buses were not passing as frequently. Not to mention the insanity of Isle of MTV. 

Me feeling guilty of not having made the first step and tried to help her even though I realized she was in distress, I told her I will help you get there. I stayed talking to her and have a really wonderful conversation. That frankly put a lot of things into perspective for me.

I will not give you the details, however she was a foreigner who came to Malta so that she could find work. She had made a contract with someone back in her country allowing her to work in Malta for 4 euro 50 cents per hour. Something that she was over the moon about, working long hours yes but she was happy. Why? Because back in her country she was making 1.50-2 euros an hour.  She is a European citizen, yet what she was describing to me happily, her dreams her aspirations. Were so different from mine, her way of thinking so simple and happy go lucky. I felt that she was being used, working long hours as a waitress so that she could make some money and go back to her country and buy a car. Yet, at the same time, it was her way of life, she is young, she choose not to go to university, she choose a different path. 

This made me make a promise to myself, I am going to try harder to talk to those random people that I will be meeting. Especially since now I am forming part of ESN Malta, which I am sure is going to get me to meet all these amazing new people who have incredible backgrounds, simple back ground, just a story to tell.

I regret not taking her number or contact, so that I could listen to more of her story, but then again maybe it was for the best. It was such a fleeting moment, a gust of wind that took me on such a discovery.

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.

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?

WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

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 !!"

Crossroad after the other.

Coming to that fork in the road,

with no time to choose,

with no time to decide,

Yet all that which you worked for,

is balanced on top of that single,

moment.

Coming to that choice,

with no right or left,

just a cliff

A cliff which one must jump,

into murky waters,

far far below.

The jump is fun,

The jump is interesting,

The jump will bring change,

The jump will make one search.

The question is,

Will I have the guts to jump?

The Farce.

I have been trying to write this post for a while, I wanted to get an opinion and an unbiased one. I have given both parties a chance to help me decide. I have given both groups of candidates a chance to impress me, and convince me that I will follow them for an entire year. 

I am a person who has and will always be natural until convinced otherwise. I will always give a chance for someone to explain themselves. Last week I walked into quad, last week, and I felt as if I was walking into Mordor, I could feel the tension and energy building up. I could feel the energy growing, the organisations readying themselves for a battle.

I was disappointed. 

This is a one sided battle, a battle of one army, keeping in line with the Middle earth theme. SDM has delivered a campaign. A campaign aimed at showing what they can do, and what they did. They did a move which many people did not appreciate, but I agreed with full heartedly they pushed forward experience and stability. They gave us the choice of a team which has an all rounded energy. They touched all areas of university, representing those who are usually left out, letting in new groups and new people. While at the same time making sure that the best are there and they offer to serve us for another year.

You all know me, I am a voice amongst a million on the internet. I grumble and I complain, and even though I know it was not my yapping that pushed forward SDM to launch their manifest so much earlier. Yet they did, and since I am just one amongst thousands I felt heard, I felt listened to and respected. It has given me time to go over it at my own pace, and it has given me time to argue with them and discuss with them why, what and how.

I only mentioned one side because the other side is not offering anything new. Pulse have time and time again pushed forward ideas, they pushed forward energy. Yet the ideas are stale, they are short sighted and aimed at generating votes towards them, rather than building a KSU that all students deserve. They are aiming to push forward individual, candidates, using the Vote for me, I AM AWESOME! Tactic.

Being honest, this has been a very hard blog to write, I have been trying to be impartial and push forward an unbiased analysis of what is happening. Yet this is the sixth time that I am writing. I cannot defend a team of unexperienced candidates. They do not know how university works, they do not know how the system functions. They have some strong candidate’s as well, however they still do not cancel out the negativity that is being pushed forward.  

With that said:

There are 1 days left for the elections. So I will challenge both parties to pamper me, not with free beer, smoothies or Nutella goodness. I will ask them to pamper me with arguments, with discussions, about how and what they will be working and implementing in KSU, and above all else, why I should vote for them.