I am not a breakfast person, stomaching rabbit food in the morning never is a thrill and as much as I know it is a bad habit sometime I even miss my breakfast (sorry mum). However since returning to uni, my housemate and I have started to blend some tasty-ass smoothies. Disgustingly easy, healthy, fresh and gives you the perfect boost before your day.
A sister of an old friend- comedy gold. I’m not someone to really play/take the mick out of others…but sorry. She basically gave it to us on a plate.
Visited the toooooon (newcastle) with Izz to see our boy, Alex Auld. A spirited city from what I saw, such good vibes. I don’t know whether it is the northern stereotype but I do find everyone is just that little bit more friendly and pays that little bit more attention. Student life on the other hand - bloody hell there ain’t half a lot of rara’s up there. Student living is completely different to how my parents had it. No wonder we all grow up to be sensitive neurotic and very melodramatic beings. Especially when a lot of the well ‘educated’ (in terms of prestigious universities) are spoilt rotten. And I mean rotten - our future generation in decay of morality and real principles.
joyoftheday.
It was my last day spent with a colleague before i go back to university for 2nd year. The shear delight that shot onto my face when he brought these out from under his desk “Oh and one more thing zena”. Yeeeharrr, i’m going to miss the strategic housing team.
Let’s start trippin’:
Rocas Baimbridgen in Ecuador’s Galápagos Islands
shut your door and have a jig.
4 years old when I put on those skis for the first time.
a frustrating contrast.
My friend, artist eye my bike. Listen and fall in love.
