Dear Craic

Writing 101, Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What jumps out at you? Start there, and try a twist: write in the form of a letter.

Dear Craig,

You are very irish, and very fun. Thank you for accompanying me and my friends in our days in Ireland. You have made our time here very enjoyable. It was glad seeing you all around, in many different places. Now that I leave Ireland, I hope I can always bring a piece of you with me. It will be my motivation, to always enjoy the moment! To strive because today is a great day, and tomorrow will be even better.

I’m glad you will never stop being fun, dear Craig.

Sincerely,

Me.

About a girl...

Writing 101, Day Six: A Character-Building Experience

Today, you’ll write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.

She has a soft voice. 

She says things in a way, that is not usual. 

She sleeps a lot. 

She has her own mind. 

She is innocent and kind. 

She doesn't have the same culture, so she asks about it. 

is it the end?

Writing 101, Day Five: Be Brief

You discover a letter on a path that affects you deeply. Today, write about this encounter. And your twist? Be as succinct as possible.

I was walking towards his place. I had to tell him, to end it. We were not working out any longer, I had found something new. I had to do it in person. It would be difficult, but we deserve this much. It was nobody's fault. People change, they find out new things about themselves. 

Before I walk into his place, I walk over the path in the front garden. I see a letter. It's for me. I open it. It says, "I love you."

The last thing on the shopping list

Writing 101, Day Four: The Serial Killer

Today, write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.

I couldn't find an instant of a loss that I wanted to write about. So instead i focused on the twist.

“Cereals, no. Breakfast foods, no. Where is the aisle for cherries?” I mumbled to myself as I navigated my way through the supermarket. I was searching for a candied cherries, or maraschino cherries. Most people I know don’t like this type of cherry because they are candied and don’t anymore have much of the “real” cherry taste but instead have this “artificial” taste.  For some people, the flavor actually reminds them of the flavor of cough syrup! I on the other hand, enjoy cherries any which way. At the least, I’ve enjoyed all the different ways I’ve tried them.

I arrive at the cooking section. My eyes scrutinize the shelves for any sign of maraschino cherries: a Glass bottle, red round fruit shapes, just the color red. There was an overwhelming number of unknown products on those shelves, yeasts, sugars,  sprinkles, and other things.. but alas no cherries.

The cherries were the last item on my list. I was in a hurry to complete the shopping list I had to make bread and butter pudding. The other things, milk, bread, nutmeg, eggs, etc, were all ready and waiting at home to be transformed into something more wonderful.

I don’t usually bake that much. Now this wasn't much of an occasion, but since my housemates and I decided we would stop cooking for each other the remaining two weeks we were living together, I had made my own decision to make all the things that I couldn’t make before. Slowly, this bread and butter pudding has become an obsession. I must try to make this dish!

This particular recipe was given to me by Liz’s uncle and aunt, who let us stay with them in their little cottage and was very hospitable during the entire time. As I make this dish, it is celebration and memory of the warm house and quiet life they included us in.

Cherries! I found them. But boy where they quite expensive. 3 euros for a little container. Bah. Maybe they are available in another store. I glance down towards the cashier, a long line snakes away from them. I’ll be back when it’s not so many people, I decided.

I had to run to my next class, but after, the magic begins!

Music I Like - Unedited

Writing 101 Challenge Day Three:
Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

First song: By my side-David choi

The attractiveness of this song is partly due to the catchy guitar sounds. I really like listening to these types of songs. It sounds so innocent. And it is so cute. It sounds like the guy is so sincere. And the simplicity of the lyrics. It really feels like love and reflects the emotions that we have when we are in love.

The fact that the song is played by a youtube singer is also quite interesting. These youtube celebrities, they inspire because it is almost as if we can be them. They are just ordinary people with a lot of talent, and we think maybe we can be like this too. I love playing the guitar, and in my mind I can play as well as david choi. This may be quite different from reality hahahaha. Also in my mind I can sing just as well as david choi, and I sound just as beautiful. Maybe it is limited just in my mind.

Second song: Still into you – Paramore

Paramore is one of my favorite bands. Why because I think the singer Hayley is really charming, I love her hair. The songs are also really nice.  My style of music. Not too soft.

The lyrics for still into you is also really sincere in my opinion. It speaks of a sincere love that is still there after a time. Something that I, and anybody would wish for.

There is a slight put off that I have recently felt towards this band, which is I’m beginning to see Hayley to be a little self centric. The band is kind of like Hayley and the band, not Paramore. I know they had real problems with that, but only now it really pops up to my eyes even on screen.

Third Song –

Okay nowadays there are so many many many songs, and so many songs that pop up every day and fill up the little brain space. I think we get bored of songs quicker, and it is more difficult to have a favorite song these days. So actually, at this moment none come to mind.

Previous favorites come up, Switchfoot’s Stars, Rita Ora, Fall Out Boy,

But actually nothing more is coming to mind but I can hear in my brain short clips of their songs that I link as I try to recall their songs.

Also I would like to have songs that .. My most favorite kind of songs are,, I Don’t know.. I like songs that we can dance to,  and also songs I can play on my guitar

Speaking of dance.. I will talk about my recent favor to a new type of music Dubstep.

I like the strange sound Dubstep often uses. I like it because it seems very cool. Also very unconventional and I often find them quite amusing. Sounds like creaking of doors, sounds like woomp woomp… of an air bass. The musical instrument is also quite intriguing. You wear sensors around your fingers & hands and play the air, producing these bass sounds. So much fun. So intergalactic. It is like sciencefiction.

Dubstep is charged, and makes me feel pumped.

Skrillex!

I also enjoy merging dubstep into more popular songs, such as done by muse. I actually really like remixes. It is very interesting to me to listen to songs in other formats.

Dublin, That place where I am right now

The place I want to be right now, is right here. In my living room, sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket like a chinese springroll. My hands protrude out from under the edges of my blanket and press away at a laptop with internet. It is early summer, but in Dublin, the nights are still cold. A hot cup of tea is steaming on the coffee table in front of me, the water vapor floating occasionally in between my face and the computer screen. I can smell the subtle aroma of tea, still too hot to drink.

Behind me, on the other side of a wall and 2 doors, are my beloved friends and flatmates, asleep in their beds. I sit in the dim light, it is quiet but comforting as the house feels lived in. My barefoot feet sprawl lazily on the genuinely fake wood floor. I've always wanted wood flooring.

Periodically sounds of the street waft in through the thin one-pane-of-glass windows and squeeze through the heavy curtains. Cars pass by on the street below, following the river direction towards the sea. The river tonight, is tired. It barely flows at all. The surface is black and smooth while the reflection of the buildings across the river glare brightly.

In the dark of night, the weather is not apparent. Dublin by day almost always has a heavy overcast above it, and the feeling lingers even after the sun goes down. Causing me to retreat even deeper into the armrests of the couch, finally sipping at that cup of tea.  

Reflection on myself

I have 20% of battery left, and 20 minutes to just keep writing. I do not know what i will write about. I think writing can be quite hard, sometimes it is just a moment of words falling out of you brain that make sense. But more times it's us having an idea, and then trying to convey it to the world and actually have somebody understand it. The inside of my brain is a jumble, but what comes out should be crystal clear.

I am going to write about an observation I made today. I was rustled and frustrated over several things that cause me anxiety. What? It is the application of for a student visa for this August when I will travel to Sweden to do my second year of master's study. Really I hate applying for visa's. I hate the administration and the anxious, helpless feeling I get when all I can do is wait for the Embassy's reply.
Anyways, so I was anxious. I started having difficulty in focusing, and then as one thing falls out of focus, it seems my whole world starts to follow. Then comes the unfortunate events. There are things such as many of my possesions starting to break, my money runs low, I forget loads of things everywhere, I drop things. It is like a cloud of negativity and bad luck form around me and grows in space as I continue to feel anxious, suffocating me and further increasing my anxiety which in turn fuels the negative cloud around me.

It is time to step back, breathe. Look at the things I can do, and do them one by one. Do not look at the big picture in this time of panicked stress. It will overwhelm me. I am perpetually bothered by a degree of competitiveness and perfectionism. If, especially in times of stress, I perceived others around me to be better off, or doing better. I will always start to compare my work, my activities with theirs. And feel I must do better. Perfection may be relative, and my version of perfection seems to be reliant on the work of others. Of course, if I perceive my work as better than my peers, then I shrug it off, and feel job well done. While quite possibly, the same work when compared with a different set of peers, one who complete much higher quality, would result in a panic state on my part.

I recognize it is thus part of who I am, that I am motivated by the direct influence of the peers around me. For me to obtain better results, I should be put in an environment with higher results than mine, so I will be always challenged.

The downpart, there must be a down part. Being second best, or having peers that I perceive to be working much harder than me, or creating better quality work than me, or working longer than me, makes me anxious. I lose confidence in myself and my work. I don't know what level my work is on, and I always start to feel like my work is shit (even though it may well be quite decent).

I must find a balance between trying to strive to be the best, and having confidence in myself.
Having a clear, limited, end goal may be a solution, or a helpful tactic.
Clear end goal is quite understandable, but limited? Let me explain. I need to limit myself, because if I don't, I start to envision that my work must be in the greatest capacity known to mankind to be significant. I need to write a report, not an encyclopedia entry. I need to write a blog post for today, not make a million dollars as a famous guest blogger. Having this limit will help me to measure my work more objectively, and have more confidence in myself.

I am still on the search for more tips, tactics, and understanding myself to make a better me.