26 March 2008

You're foul in clear conditions, but you're handsome in the fog

It's beyond the halfway point of my semester here in Seville. I fly to Paris tomorrow to see my best friend!

I really have been quite bad writing in here. If the internet situation was better and I wasn't downloading various albums (The Best of The Cardigans, anyone?) or TV shows (Damn you, Gossip Girl and America's Next Top Model!) when I had the good connection, I'd have more substance in this blog!

At this point, I'm beginning to wonder what to do with myself once I get back to the states. Another semester abroad seems to on the cards, or at least I really want one! I'm looking at going to Lund, Sweden or Paris, France.

A few of us were talking earlier about what we wanted to do with our lives. Realistically, I want to be a diplomat and assist in world development. I have knowledge of four languages (In order or grasp/fluency: English, Tagalog, French and Spanish) and definitely want to learn more (Swedish, Portuguese, Italian maybe?)

But if I could have any career, no questions asked? I'd have Anthony Bourdain's job. Or be a supermodel.

Anthony Bourdain's a travel writer/chef who hosts my favourite television show back home in the states, No Reservations. He travels the world, writes and eats. Dream job, huh?

Anyway, it's 1:17 AM and my suitcase to Paris is only half-packed. Better get back to work. Will write about Holy Week and post Paris pictures next time. I'll be in Paris this time tomorrow!

Also, the 28th is my dad's birthday. He'll be 55. This is the third time I'm missing his birthday, second consecutive year (last year I was in New York, going to the United Nations that day. No, no, I'm not important yet, I'm a dork who went there on their own.) and the second time in Paris (last time was 2004).

Happy early birthday Dad!

17 March 2008

"What are you doing... AHH!"



I climbed the world's tallest minaret on Friday, backwards (don't ask) and I'm feeling it in my legs. It kind of sucked to be at the top when the bells went off at the top of the hour. Haha.

I've been trying to convince my two favourite boys to move to Spain and become toreros and get those sweeeeeet-ass (well... for lack of a better word.) tight trousers. Of course, one's objecting so much due to the tight trousers... but whatever. Haha, they would look so good in them.

I would write something meaningful but I just cannot bring myself to think right about now. The two boys in previous paragraph sent cookies and goodies in the mail which made me happy.

Must do research tomorrow on types of bullfighting.



NOT THE KKK. I PROMISE YOU. Read this. Imagine 200 of those walking the street...

It's Semana Santa and I'm going nowhere but next week I'm going to Paris to see my best friend Natalie! :D

13 March 2008

I drop my guns and bring the bouquet



I am not a personality for all. And I'm slowly becoming more accepting to that fact.

After a bout of me taking something way too personally yesterday (people think I'm mean and decide to talk about me behind my back), I got so upset that I cried about it (...before my second exam). My favourite professor here with his intense Scottish accent talked to me about how I shouldn't let stuff like that get to me.

"Look at you. You're the success of my class! You're going to be amazing because you know what you want in life. And people are going to want to bring you down. Why would you do that? You've got a lot more in you than that,"

He's right.

I really don't need to go out to get trashed every night or meeting men and going home with them either. That's not why I'm here. I'm here to study and transform as a person. It's unfortunate that people think those things about me, but that's their problem.

I know who loves me for who I am and I'm definitely okay with that. I just wish I could be with those people at certain times when it gets tough.

In other news, Eurovision, one of my loves in life, is turning out to be pretty bad this year. Although, Sweden still gives me hope.

SWEDISH PUBLIC, PLEASE VOTE THIS SONG TO BELGRADE!!!

11 March 2008

Give me love in stereo! Give me more of the attraction!



Do I look ready for a corrida yet?

So we just had an amazing discussion in my ethics class regarding bullfighting and we had a guest lecturer come in and talk about the sexiness of bullfighters, basically. Well, not really but "The pants are so tight you can see everything!"

I don't know what I'll be doing next week, since I won't be leaving Sevilla but I think I'll go around and check places out and go to the park and all whatever.

05 March 2008

Out on the line, like a star, like a hero


Two jars of liquid gold. (Peanut butter)

It's funny how much you miss things from home. After a major bout of homesickness (not particularly for peanut butter) and some luck of being in the same room as the guy who got the care package with ten jars of it, it certainly was a welcome feeling to have honey-roasted creamy peanut butter sitting on the counter in my room. Mmm.


And just because. :)

03 March 2008

Excuse me for a moment, but I have to barf.


Nerja - 29 February 2008

This past weekend was a four day weekend due to Andalucia Day, and apparently, nobody likes going to work after having Thursday off.

We (Megan, Kylie, Catherine, Kari, Ebony and myself) went to Malaga for a few hours to see the Picasso museum and Nerja on the Costa del Sol. Hmm. I must say that I was quite disappointed with the beaches. Though I'm from Hawaii so I'm used to amazing beaches. Probably an unfair assessment, haha. Plus, the abundance of old British pensioners didn't help in the least! Too many people wearing speedos who most definitely should NOT be wearing them. Gross gross gross.

When we left Sevilla, Megan was a little ill and progressively got worse as the day went on. The poor girl wound up having to go to the hospital yesterday afternoon with gastroenteritis and a viral thing that made her so weak. I think it was a fluish thing, but I took care of her from Friday night to Saturday because our travel companions decided to get drunk every chance they get and ditch us, basically.

Of course, other stuff happened, regular girl drama and I wound up making several tear-filled phone calls to sisters and Soraya. Basically, Megan was the only person I was talking to all weekend and when she went to the hospital, our group was divided in two: me and everybody else. To make matters worse, I might be coming down with what Megan has right now.

I'm starting to re-evaluate my reasons for coming here. It seems that everyone in my program wants to get drunk and party. Yeah, that's fun to do sometimes, but it's so immature. I didn't come here for that and that's a huge difference. I came here to find myself, grow and to study (eternal dork coming out here).

I'm beginning to think I might have made a mistake in coming here.

Next up: Spanish politics! Are you ready? :)