This over that!

I just had a this or that moment. I was deciding on a post…either an MTV VMA one or a good old stream of consciousness post. Guess which one won?

Writing ‘stream of consciousness’ I just realised that even though the new scholastic year hasn’t yet started and I was so ready to be done with my English course…I’m missing it already. I love languages. I’m fascinated by how words are made up and all that. I’m also good at languages, that’s a plus. But I think even if I wasn’t, I’d still find it in me to appreciate the beauty of languages.

I also finally got myself a travel journal. It’s where you write all about trips and journeys and all that. I can’t wait to use it…to write on a piece of paper again rather than tap away at stuff all the time. I didn’t have one when I went to Venice last year and I was disappointed because I found myself getting so inspired that a journal would have been ideal.

Anyway enough about me. Let’s talk about what’s going on all around. We’ve got the #icebucketchallenge thing. I love it…I just hope people really are donating. But even if they’re not…we know a little about ALS now. Hopefully.

We have Brad and Angelina coming over to Malta and Gozo soon, if they’re not here already. I’m honestly having an Angelina phase…loving everything she does. And of course a Brad phase is always ongoing. So I’m hyped about this. Who knows…maybe they’ll be roaming the island and bump into little me somehow. Joking aside…how awesome is the fact that out of all the teeney tiny islands all over the world…they pick Gozo. They came here and loved it. These people who can go wherever they want…they picked here. I love that. We complain of all the little things…but we must be doing something right somehow. Let’s hope they’re photographed like crazy so we can boast about our little piece of heaven.

I went beach-hopping in Gozo a couple of weeks ago and I was mesmerised… every beach was more beautiful than the one before.

The next time you’re complaining about living here on the rock (I absolutely hate this degrading term) get your behind up from that swivel chair and go explore. You’ll be surprised at what’s beyond Sliema and Paceville.

It’s pretty amazing.

At the Azure Window in Gozo

At the Azure Window in Gozo


Celebrate good times…c’mon!

Last week my Facebook news feed was flooded with people celebrating. Everyone was happy, posting pictures and sharing status updates. No, no cure for Ebola was found. Libya is still a mess. The reason for all this celebrating? A new Burger King opened up.

Now on my beloved Malta, which let’s face it is probably the side of Beyonce’ and Jay Z’s back yard, we have the following:

10 McDonald’s
4 Burger Kings
3 or 4 Subways (not sure…their website sucks)
5 Pizza Hut
2 KfC
Plenty of copy cat local chains
A pastizzi place at every bus stop

Now I enjoy a good old Big Mac like the next girl, but I think celebrating the fact that another fast food store opened up is too much. We shouldn’t be happy about this. Because let’s face it, this food is tempting, so having all this around us isn’t a good thing.

Plus, now I don’t have kids, but I’m pretty sure that if they’re surrounded by all this they’re likely to grow up thinking it’s the food they should be eating.

I said in my last post that my mum always made me say please and thank you to everyone. Well I’m lucky because my parents made sure I ate healthy food from an early age. McDonald’s was a Xmas and first day of Summer holidays treat. And if I didn’t like peas (still not much of a fan of the little things), well there was no ‘if’ because some way or another (mushed, blended, whatever) my mum would insist I ate them. And when I hated tomatoes, my dad would cut super thin slices untill I got used to them and now I eat tomatoes like apples.

I was lucky yes, my parents cared. But even if parents don’t do the extra effort, shouldn’t healthy options be available more? I hate for instance that any dish with vegetables in it at a restaurant is branded with a huge ‘V’, like some scarlet letter. I don’t have to be vegetarian to enjoy a pizza with just veggies. “No, I am not on a diet” shouldn’t have to follow my choice of a pizza with veg. A pizza is never diet food. I just enjoy eating veg….for no specific reason.

See what I’m getting at? Those are actual stuff I have to tell people.

But yeah, Burger King have opened up a new store, let’s celebrate!

Dear 16-year-old ME!

Dear 16-year-old me,

Yes, you’re doing it. You’re writing and people are reading. It feels incredible and you will love every second of it. Don’t waste any time thinking you’re not any good. You might not be the best, but go ahead, you will love it and that’s the most important thing. The day you start blogging, spend a little extra second appreciating it…because three and a half years later, you’ll want to remember that moment.

Let’s talk about your body. You probably don’t really like it that much. Well, you should. Don’t give it vodka because it won’t like it, at all. And don’t drastically change your hair colour every few months. It’s fun yes, but you will appreciate your natural hair more later. 

Don’t surround yourself with people who bring you down and stay away from people with negative energy. You’ll be wasting your time with these people. Stick with people who bring out all the good in you, they will be worth your time. 

Don’t overthink stuff. Be impulsive sometimes. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to be serious and have lots of stuff to think about later on. And don’t be scared of change, it’s an incredible thing and the moment you embrace it is the moment you’ll actually start living. 

Don’t forget to travel as often as possible. You will grow to love it more and more as you grown older and later on you might not always have time to travel as much. Don’t waste your time thinking about leaving Malta, you won’t, because you love it too much. 

One final thing: The moment you meet a 23-year-old guy by the name of Etienne, don’t even think about not going out with him. He will change your life and make you the happiest, most loved girl in the world.


22-and-a-half-year-old you! (Yes, I still count half birthdays. My half birthday is today, as it happens!)