Gold digger

So I was going through the files on my old computer, the other day, when I stumbled upon the file 'Gold digger'. This made me so happy, as I thought I had lost it. I opened up the file and started reading the fairy tale I had to write for English class all those years ago. I remember being overly excited about this project. Then again, I've always enjoyed writing assignments. I sometimes wonder if I am the only person who actually likes to do those. I remember having a hard time coming up with a coherent story. The feedback my mum gave me was invaluable, as my lack of creativity was getting me nowhere. Naming the characters also turned out to be difficult. At the time, I was fascinated by names and their meanings and I wanted the names to reflect the personalities of the characters or the role of said characters in the story. So much time went into naming the characters (except for Serenity's. I named her Serenity because Serenity was my favourite character on Yu-Gi-Oh!). This reminds me of The Sims. Before I start playing the actual game, I will spend up to an hour or two customising my character (I'm not even talking about naming it). All in all, I remember having a lot of fun writing 'Gold digger'. Younger me was pleased with the outcome and I still like to visit the story from time to time. 

Yours faithfully,

Morgana

Gold digger

Once upon a time a poor girl was born to Abrianna and Galahad, two hardworking parents. The name of this girl was Serenity. She lived in a small house with her parents and her younger siblings: Grace and Madison.

For her, this wasn’t an obstacle to reach the top of her school career. At the age of 18, she walked through the hallway of Fionn University, where she met Prince Brendon. They both knew it was love at first sight.

After two years, Prince Brendon announced their marriage. But not everybody was enthusiastic about this... Both Brendon’s father King Ubel and Glenda, Brendon’s stepmother, had their own reason why this marriage should be sabotaged. Glenda didn’t want Brendon to have joy and happiness in his life. She was afraid that history might repeat itself. Glenda envied Jacqueline, Brendon’s biological mother, because of her popularity among the crowd. She saw taking away Brendon’s source of happiness as revenge. Glenda couldn’t bear it if Serenity received the same attention as Jacqueline did. On the other side, Ubel would be ashamed if his son married a girl, hailed from the working-class. So they decided to combine their powers and make everybody hate Serenity, including Brendon.

Serenity was very unhappy. She was disappointed in Brendon. One night, when Brendon was asleep, his mother Jacqueline appeared in his dream. ‘You should remain strong! Don’t listen to the haters. Follow your happiness and reach your prosperity.’ She said. When he woke up, his eyes were shining. He knew apologizing to Serenity was the right thing to do. To make sure Serenity would believe him, he made the announcement on live television. Serenity accepted the apology. 

A few days later, Serenity was trying on her wedding gown.

No matter how hard the drawbacks were, their genuine love conquered everything. The digging was finally over. Both Serenity and Brendon found their real gold. And they lived happily ever after. 

I HATE GROUP PROJECTS

Rarely do I come across a team that divide the work equally, actually do the tasks they have agreed on doing and finish them before they are due. Over the course of the summer holiday, I kind of forgot why I hated group projects so much, but when school started, it all came flooding back. God, do I hate group projects...

I understand that group projects can be beneficial to us students. They teach us to collaborate and we can learn from each other. But 90 per cent of the time - at least in my case - they are a pain in the arse. Excuse my language. 

This academic year I started at a new school, in a new class with new people. People I have never worked with before. People who might know what collaboration means... Dream on, Morgana.

At the start of this school year I was put into a group with... Let us call them S and A. We get an assignment at the start of the week and at the end of the week we hand it in and give a presentation about said assignment. At the start of the first week we divided the work for the writing part of the assignment equally and we agreed on giving the presentation together (I was happy about this, as I had a sore throat at the time). So far, so good. But as the day of the presentation drew near (and by this I mean a day before) - you've probably already guessed it - S and A became 'ill' and decided that I should give the presentation by myself. "So Morgana, you cool about doing this?" "But you guys know I have a sore throat. We agreed on doing this together, didn't we?" A even got annoyed. I don't understand how you can be annoyed with someone because they're ill. When I approached the teacher about this, she told me to ask my group to help me with the presentation, which they were obviously not doing to do. I eventually ended up giving the presentation anyway.

The week after that A told us she'd give the presentation this time. Once again we divided the work for the written part of the assignment and started working on it, so A could start preparing for her presentation. On Thursday, the day before the presentation, A announced that she didn't feel like doing it anymore because giving the presentation was not beneficial to her (whatever that meant) and that S or I should give the presentation. She also promised to work extra hard the following week (there was no assignment that week, smart move, A). I had to work till late on Thursday and come on, I had already given a presentation the week before. S agreed on doing the presentation. And guess what... She didn't show up for class the following morning. I received a message from her. She was ill. So there I was, my entire group was absent except for me. So when it was S's turn to give a presentation the teacher made me do it. Unprepared. "Oh come on, you worked on this assignment together, didn't you?" I spent about a minute panicking. OMG, I didn't prepare anything! I don't know what to say! What should I do?! To make things worse, I have a speaking anxiety. I had a shaky start, but once I got past that stage, it went surpisingly well. It was definitely not the best presentation I've ever given, but it amazed me how much I remembered about the assignment.

After that day I was done. D. O. N. E. Collaborating with S and A got better over the weeks, but one thing's for sure: I don't want to work with them again. Ever. I shall now continue my quest for the perfect team.

Yours faithfully,

Morgana

The state of being tired

Wake up. School. Work. Study. Sleep. Repeat. Those are the things I have been doing for the past days. Weeks. Months. I buried Social Life and Free Time two months ago when school started. May they rest in peace. 

Looking back, I wonder how I managed to keep going, keep pushing, for so long without collapsing, without giving up. Am I even human? I can say that I am tired. No, not tired, exhausted. My exhaustion reached a high when stress started to consume me from the inside out. The day when the final exam, that I was going to take the day after, was all I could think about. That day was yesterday. Yesterday was a rollercoaster. I spent the entire day studying and at one point I just became fed up with it all. I just could not do it anymore. Imagine the cortisol flowing through my veins. As a perfectionist, I cannot afford to fail a test. This newly developed indifference of mine stressed me out even more. All those days of non stop studying and stressing led up to this day, the day of the exam. I would either come back celebrating my success or crying and preparing for another round of studying for the resit. I've just come back from school,  and, fortunately, those many hours of hard work and dedication paid off, for I passed the test. Words cannot express how relieved I am. 

The exams are over and do you know what that means? The resurrection of Social Life and Free Time is happening! I feel like I have been neglecting my blog, which is a shame as I love reading and writing stories, but I'm hoping to change that now. Perhaps I will also be able to do something about that hideous lay-out (yes, I am aware of how ugly it looks right now). I have missed hanging out with Sam & Dean and Walter & Jesse. I am dying to experience school for the first time with Auggie (from R. J. Palacio's Wonder). And I am determined to finish Bella's 'Noobs guide to movies' before the end of this year. I promised her she would be allowed to 'hit me so hard, it'll make my ancestors dizzy' if I haven't finished it by the end of december, so I had better get to it, then.

But, first lemme take a nap.

Yours faithfully,

Morgana 

Working in retail

About a year ago, I had a jolly good idea. I had just finished secondary school and I was facing what felt like an endless summer. I welcomed the sudden freedom after the exams with open arms. But after a week or so the novelty wore off and I felt like I had too much time at hand. I got bored. What should I do with my free time? After many days of pondering, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, I should get a job! A new question emerged: What kind of job should I get? I decided to go for something cliché and I applied for a job in retail. A few days later I was invited for an interview and it was announced that I got the job. Hooray! That day marked the start of a most interesting journey.

Working in retail, one has to deal with customers. A lot of customers. Over the course of a year I have probably met thousands of people, some were nice, some were annoying (sometimes I have to remind myself to stay calm) and some were... weird. It would be fun to look back on these experiences when I'm older. So here are some of my experiences with customers at my job.

1. One day a Japanese man walks in and approaches me. "Excuse me, miss, do you sell food-oh?" What the hell... Did he just ask me if we sell voodoo? What? Why? And then I suddenly thought of the anime Death Note. I thought of Yagami Light. I remembered that, when others call him, it often sounds like "Light-oh-kun". Hang on... Light-oh minus the oh equals Light. Voodoh minus oh equals... Oh, I get it. "Yes sir, the restaurant is that way."

2. A very excited boy comes in and in his hand he is holding a small package with something green in it. I happened to be near him at that moment, so he walked over and practically pressed the package against my face. "Look what I bought, Look!" And then he was dragged away by his friend. What was that guy trying to show me? That package contained something that looked like green powder or leaves or something. And then it dawned on me. Oh God, that guy was showing me weed! 

3. A woman came to return a purchase. "Hi! I would like to return this." *shows her purchase* "Of course, ma'am. Please go to the customer service department (which is like ten steps away from my cash register) to return your purchase." That was when her attitude changed. "WHY CAN'T I JUST RETURN IT HERE?" "That is not possible. This is the company's policy." "THIS IS BAD SERVICE!" And then she walked away. Well, okay...

4. A woman comes to pay for her purchases and starts talking to me in Spanish. "I'm sorry, I can't understand you. Do you speak English?" "NO, NO ENGLISH, SPANISH!" She demands that we continue the conversation in Spanish. "But ma'am, I can't understand you." Spanish is a beautiful language and I wish I could speak it, but I can't. After a while she gets annoyed. This has actually happened quite a few times. I've also been addressed in Russian. I wonder how some tourists navigate the streets if they don't speak either the language of the country they're visiting or English. 

5. A grown man comes to me and asks if he can try on girls' underwear. Need I say more?

Working in retail is interesting, indeed.

Yours faithfully,

Morgana

A break from the internet

You wake up one day and discover that internet is no more. It's gone. No more tweeting, no more liking, no more YouTube-ing. Does this sound like your worst nightmare?

Up until a few weeks ago, I would have said: "No. Hell no. Are you freaking kidding me? I can live without the internet! What do you take me for, an internet addict who needs to be online 24/7? Pff, you're so wrong, mate." But then I spent a few weeks offline and I'll have you know... I only whined about having no internet a billion times. 

It's scary how dependent our society has become on the internet. I was browsing 9GAG the other day when I found this picture, an 'updated' Maslow's hierarchy of needs:

                                       

It perfectly illustrates the power the internet holds over our lives. It's as though This joke is becoming reality. The internet plays a huge part in just about every field imaginable, be it the medical field, the business world, schools. Without the internet, we'd basically be lost.

While I will never deny all the good stuff the internet has brought us, the doors that the internet has opened for us, I still think that it's good to leave the internet from time to time and open our eyes to what is right in front of us (It took days of whining before I finally came to this realisation.). Those weeks without the internet forced me to explore the offline world and made me realise that there are still many more adventures waiting for me. I read a book (Clockwork Prince, highly recommended, by the way) on the beach, which is something I've always wanted to do, but couldn't since I live in a country where it's nearly always rainy. I finally witnessed a clear sunset and captured it on camera. But the thing that surprised me the most is how much I learnt about family and friends I've known my whole life. It's ironic how little I knew about people I thought I knew everything about.The time for obliviousness is over, however. I appreciate every opportunity I get to hang out with them, every opportunity I get to strengthen our bonds.

The offline world has not only taught me a great deal about myself, but it has taught me a lot about my surroundings, too. I love the internet, but breaks are welcome every once in a while.

Yours faithfully,

Morgana

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Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

1. I've been a Potterhead for as long as I can remember. 
2. Because of my obsession with Harry Potter, I now have a burning desire to move to
    Oxford. It's not just because of Harry Potter, though. Oxford is plain gorgeous.
3. When I was little, I used to hide/lock myself up in our storage room on stormy days,
    because I was afraid of lightning and the sound of thunder. Why the storage room, you
    ask me? The storage room doesn't have any windows.
4. One day I was walking home from school, when I heard a classmate call my name. I
    turned my head to face her, while I continued walking in the opposite direction (I'm bad at
    explaining things... Please, bear with me). When I was done talking to said classmate, I
    turned my head round again and before I knew it, I walked straight into a bright, red pole.
    The worst thing is that this happened quite near the school and students saw me and
    laughed...They laughed their heads off. It was SO embarrassing!
5. I love travelling. I wish to see all countries in the world. I have a shelf dedicated to
    souvenirs I acquire whenever I've been to a certain place. Right now, my shelf holds
    souvenirs from France, England, Germany, Italy, Morocco, The Netherlands and Spain.
    I hope I'll add many more to my collection.
6. I'm extremely interested in languages. Languages connect people. I'd love to be fluent in,
    for example, Arabic and Japanese.
7. My lower jaw and teeth used to protude in front of my upper jaw instead of the other way
    around. You wouldn't notice a thing if I kept my mouth shut. It's getting fixed now. Part of
    me regrets this, because it was part of who I was, if that makes any sense. On the bright
    side, I can finally smile for pictures. 

Fear of public speaking

20.05.2015

I wanted to cry today. I wanted to cry, sink through the ground and never come back up again. Allow me to tell you what happened.

I’ve been dreading this day for weeks. Ever since my teacher announced that every student has to give a presentation in front of the whole entire class, I’ve been dreading this day. Heck, I’ve even lost sleep because of this. Even though I’ve always hated speaking in front of an audience, I had hope that, somehow, things would be different this time ‘round. I had hope that, this time, things would go well. And in the beginning it seemed like that was the case. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I wanted to say and when I finally did, I started practising. I practised in front of a mirror. I practised in front of a small audience, consisting of my parents and my brother. I practised. I practised. I practised until I was fed up with it. And then came today. You can do it, Morgana! There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re not nervous. Just do it!  And so I went to class and waited for my turn. Ooooohh how I wish it was my turn already! And then it finally was and I walked up to the stage. Okay, you know your lines. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. You’ll only be speaking for about five minutes. Don’t panic... That’s when I panicked. As soon as I faced the audience, I forgot EVERYTHING. Errr… Errr… What was I going to say again? My face turned as red as a tomato as I desperately searched for that first line I had memorised. But it didn’t want to be found. I started apologising to everyone for no reason at all and we all stared at each other as the painfully awkward minutes ticked by. I’m gonna cry. I’m gonna freaking cry. Get me out of here! And then the teacher came to my rescue. “Morgana, why don’t you let A speak first, so you can get everything sorted?” “Thank you, I will.” So I waited for my turn once more. But this time, I wasn’t even remotely as confident as I was last time. When I started speaking, only incoherent sentences could be heard coming out of my mouth. I can see the faces of the people in the audience in my mind’s eye… Those faces contorted in concentration, trying to make sense of what I was saying. I couldn’t even make sense of what I was saying. Now that I’m looking back on this incident, I wonder what it is that scares me. Why am I afraid to speak in front of many people? Why am I not scared when I’m talking to a single person? Is this my insecurity presenting itself? My self-consciousness? Do I care that much about what people think of me? Will I ever be able to shake my fears and insecurities off? It didn’t happen this time, but one day I will overcome my fear of public speaking.

This diary entry is as true today as it was on that horrible day in May. I think my fear of public speaking has actually got worse since that day. I’ve been looking for tips on how to be more confident when speaking in front of an audience. I once saw on Ned’s declassified that it could help if one pictures the audience in their underwear. This is definitely not true for me. Every time I intend to picture them in their underwear, I panic and I forget to picture them in their underwear. I’ve also been told to not look directly into people’s eyes, but when I do this, I get remarks about it. One thing that I’ve learnt, is that I should never pre-write my text and memorise it. If I forget one line, I shut down completely. Just one tiny little mistake in the structure of a pre-written sentence and I get the whole thing mixed up.

Do you recognise yourself in any of this? What do you do to keep yourself calm before and during a presentation? And how do you manage to gain enough confidence to stand in front of an audience and speak?

I’ve got a long road ahead of me, but if I try my best I’m certain that one day, I will overcome my fear of public speaking.

Yours faithfully,

Morgana                                                            

Going on a road trip

Ever since I started watching Supernatural, I've had this crazy urge to go on a road trip. I'm not talking about a two hour drive to another city and back. No, I'm talking about kilometres upon kilometres of driving, driving through multiple countries, driving to new places, driving to thrilling adventures.

But where could a teenage girl, who still hasn't got her driver's license, possibly go to? Yeah, I thought so, too... Practically nowhere. 

So when my parents announced that we're going on one this week, you can imagine me going: "Yeeeess pleaaasseeeee!" I've always preferred driving over travelling by aeroplane. Driving enables you to take in the view in ways flying can't. I love that you can stop whenever you want to to capture beautiful scenery or to interact with locals and learn about other cultures. I've always been really interested in languages. I love the fact that they connect us, which, of course, is crucial when learning about new cultures and new places. I love that I get to practise these languages whilst I'm away. 

Apart from learning, road trips are great opportunities to just relax. Fortunately, I don't suffer from motion sickness, so I'll be able to catch up on my GoodReads challenge. I'm planning to take The infernal devices by Cassandra Clare with me, because I'm dying to complete this series. I adored the first instalment Clockwork Angel. I read it back in October of last year and it was exactly what I needed to read to recover from the year-long reading slump I had had prior to reading this book. I'm super excited to see how the story unfolds and what the fates of my beloved characters are. I also wanted to take The knife of never letting go by Patrick Ness with me, but I've been told that this book is emotionally draining. The last thing I need is for my parents to notice me crying in the back. "What's the matter? Are you all right? Why are you crying?" I can imagine me saying: "Er... I'm not crying, mum and dad." *Sniff* "My eyes are just sweating!" Yep, definitely something I would say. I also really want to watch some movies. This one doesn't need explaining, does it? And from time to time I'd like to just sit back, stare out of the window and listen to some music. 

I love road trips. They enable us to discover new places, to learn about the world around us, to relax and to embark on great adventures.

"Embrace the detours." 
              - Kevin Charbonneau

Yours faithfully,

Morgana

Noobs guide to movies

In terms of movies, I can honestly say that I have been living under a rock for the past eightteen years. To give you an impression of just how badly I have been living there:

(1) I have never ever seen The Lion King. I know, I know, I'm a disgrace. I should be ashamed of myself. Morgana, you're such a philistine!
(2) Remember when Disney's Frozen exploded back in 2013? For some reason I missed the whole hype. Tell you what, I don't even know what the movie is about. I just remember everybody singing "Let it go, let it go. Can't hold it back anymore..."
(3) I'm 20 years too late, but I can finally say that I watched Toy Story last Thursday. And I had a blast. What a magical movie. How I regret not watching this when I was younger!

I blame books and reading for my obliviousness regarding movies. You could ask me anything about a YA book and most of the time I have the answer ready for you. But if you ask me whether I've heard about or seen a certain movie, be prepared to hear a "No, what's that?", like, 90 per cent of the time. My movie-loving friend, Bella, knows all about this. I don't have many memories of occasions on which I've told her I had actually seen the movie she had been talking about. But the funny thing is, these same books that initially turned me away from movies are now helping to spark my interest in movies. 

But where do you start if you have eightteen years of catching up to do?

Last December, Bella and I picked up the book Since you've been Gone by Morgan Matson. This book revolves around sixteen-year-old Emily who has to cope with the disappearance of her best friend Sloane. Two weeks after Sloane's disppearance, Emily receives a to-do list with thirteen Sloane-inspired tasks. She has the summer to tick everything off, but what will emily find at the end of it? It's a cute and relatable contemporary, perfect if you're looking for a summer read. But what does this have to do with watching movies? Sloane inspired Bella to put together a list of nineteen years worth of her movie experiences to help me exit my rock once and for all. I thought I'd go ahead and write down every single movie on the list to remind myself of how much culture I've been missing out on. 

Movies you HAVE to watch.

(1) Now you see me
(2) Captain America: The first avenger
(3) The avengers
(4) Captain America: The winter soldier
(5) The Dark Knight series
(6) Rise of the planet of the apes & Dawn of the planet of the apes
(7) X-men: First Class & X-men: Days of future past
(8) The lord of the ring series
(9) The hobbit series
(10) The heat
(11) Let's be cops
(12) 21 Jump Street & 22 Jump Street
(13) Snow Piercer
(14) Shutter Island
(15) Inception
(16) Source Code
(17) Awake
(18) Million dollar baby
(19) The devil wears Prada
(20) The Help
(21) Freedom Writers
(22) Pursuit of Happyness
(23) Toy Story I, II, III
(24) The Lego movie
(25) Brave
(26) Frozen
(27) Wall-E
(28) Ice Age I
(29) Finding Nemo
(30) The Iron giant
(31) Up
(32) Ratatouille
(33) The incredibles
(34) The social Network
(35) The departed
(36) Avatar
(37) Slumdog millionaire
(38) Mean Girls
(39) Confessions of a shopaholic
(40) Salt
(41) Green Street Hooligans
(42) Mission: Impossible- Ghost protocol
(43) Limitless
(44) Mama

Oh my God, that's quite the list! Looking at this makes me so excited to venture into the realm of movies. I should get started, then. Bella promised me to 'hit me so hard, it'll make my ancestors dizzy' if I don't watch these. Bella, if I haven't finished this list by the end of this year, you have my permission to do just that.

Have you seen any of these movies? If you have, what did you think of them? Recommendations are, of course, always welcome :)

Yours faithfully,

Morgana

Help me! I'm melting!

Usually you hear me say things along the lines of "Oh my, it's been raining since for ever!" or "OMG, it's raining, snowing and sunny all at the same time!" But not today. Definitely not today... For today it is hot. That is actually an understatement. Let me phrase that better: it is suffocatingly hot. I've just come back from a stroll, drowning in my sweat, and I'm currently sat in my room with all windows closed. But, if it's so hot, why don't you just open a window, silly? I recently stumbled upon a picture that describes exactly why. I don't know who made it, but, whoever did, 



But first I've got to actually find the picture. Uuurghhh why is it that I can never find something when I'm actively looking for it? I've literally been searching for the past two hours and I still haven't found the picture. I'll just resort to typing out the text on the picture instead. What an anticlimax... Anyway, the text on the picture was as follows: Open window for a minute to cool down, 10 flies, 20 spiders, 9 stink bugs and a dragon all come flying through. Exactly why I won't be opening the windows.

I should probably go and look for some other ways to cool down. Help me, I'm melting! 

Yours faithfully,

Morgana

UPDATE: Never mind. It's gone back to raining cats and dogs again. Gotta love the weather here.

A new beginning...

Every year around summertime, I get this urge to start a blog. Having been relieved of the stress that comes with school, I spend hours upon hours trying to come up with a name for said blog and ideas for posts. I have it all organised in my head, but for some reason I can't bring myself to actually put it out there. Why is it so hard for me to just take the plunge and persue my desire to start a blog? This thought process lasts till the end of the summer, when I return to school and have my mind occupied by, at that time, far more pressing things... only to have the cycle repeat itself at the start of the following summer. 

This year was like any other. After finals week, the urge to start a blog resurfaced with all the thoughts and questions that come along with it. However, there is something fundamentally different this time round. Yes, I can't even believe it myself. I actually pushed through and now we're here (semi pun intended). How terrifying as it may sound to me, I went out of my comfort zone and started a blog! 

Now that I've finally taken the plunge and learnt to leave my shell, I'm very much looking forward to all the adventures that are in store for me and I would be honoured if you chose to embark on this journey with me.

Yours faithfully,

Morgana