Tuesday, 8 January 2013
Twenty Thirteen... Fuck T-T"
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did start a blog about the festive period but the lady who was meant to contact me just isn't so I'm trying not to get upset and I thought I would write this one instead. I have contacted the theatre again and I have been advised to call later but I have killed my minutes and so will have to wait for my husband to get home or for my minutes to be replenished which is another 8 days... Urgh... I may just visit it at the weekend. Idk yet.
Me and the hubby were looking for something to do like maybe a fireworks display but nothing! Leeds is a party city I know but still there ought to have been something other than just getting hammered. Anyways, we ended up having a quite but amazing new years. I cleaned the apartment cuz I thought it would be an idea to enter the new year in a clean home, I can't rememeber what I cooked but I think I made my husband's favorite mince curry and rice for when he got home from work and we snuggled on the sofa until about 11pm-ish and then I got up and ready and we gotta a goin'.
We counted down our new years at Clarence Dock...
There were little families with kids, parties in apartments dotted all around, music blaring out from different windows, people drinking and dancing on balconies, fireworks glittering and lighting up the new years night, water against the docks edge... It was just... perfect.
On the way back from Clarence Dock
I had my first New Years as a married little lady with my husband in the most perfect place ever as far as I am concerned. I even called back home - not like Pakistan or India, just down south in a little village called Lambourn. Me and the hubby wished my Maa and my little babies.
Then we walked into town and grabbed some Chicken Cottage and made our little way home. We held hands in the cold and talked into the wind.
Got into the lift giggling and when we got home I slipped my heels off and we sat at the table and nomed our food by then it was about 3 in the morning and it was defiantly time for bed. So we got to bed.
Sound boring? Well... It wasn't. It was my kind of New Years. Simple, close and cute.
I saw everyone dressed up and getting smashed, falling in and out of clubs, taxis and other people. It looks like soooooooooooooooooooo much fun... NOT!
I really like need this year to be about moving forward. Me and my husband have plans for this year and they are important to us.
But I myself have made some decisions for this year:
- I want to be more optimistic.
All my life I have been a little bit of a misery gut, always taking myself so seriously and whining.
- I want to do more with my blog.
I really want to write more and maybe about things that are actually important instead of just... like Rihanna lol
- I want to make my dresses.
I design dresses alot and have found a design that is easy to follow and recreate. So I'm thinking make them and maybe for fun give some away to some special readers, maybe even if people like them sell them :) I want to make a collection of dresses - pastels, cutsie and wearable.
- I want to improve making my toys.
I really enjoy making them and I am getting really good at it too. The last one I made was for my friends daughter. What do you think?
It's not finished but that's it before stuffing and closing up. It looks funny in a cute way :) My friend likes it so that's cool and I think that her little girl will like it.
- My family and friends want me to get back to school so I think that I will but only after June. Before I got married I promised myself I would take off a year to chill and get my strength back. The last couple of years of my life have been... eventful to say the least. I moved to Bangladesh in 2009, lived there for 2 years and came back to the UK to rebuild my life with my family. In all of that I also met my husband and we got married. Oh, and did I mention I also did a GCSE fast-track course and passed with okay grades? There's alot more to that but lets keep it simple.
I am naturally a lazy person but if needs must then I can step up to the plate. I am a spoilt little rich girl who has had life handed to her on a silver platter but I am smart and I can work hard - I just choose not to. It's like my Maa always said "When you are of a certain height (midget, dwarf, miniature) people want to help you, why offend them?".
Not saying I am a big girl - far from it - I have no concept of money not because I don't appreciate it but because I just don't understand it. I am not the most worldly of people - I think people everyone is nice and trust worthy. I am kind of socially retarded... I don't understand that you aren't meant to say somethings or like speak in a way when in situations. Wait what was I on about...? Huh? I've actually lost where this was going... Hmmm...
Anyway... I will get back to education, like A-level courses at home. I dunno which ones yet - I like writing and according to my teachers that I am good at it too so like maybe an English Lit. and Lang. What did you do when you finished secondary school/ college/ uni?
Anyways, I think I'm rambling now so I think I should take a cookie break!