Uni life – Library memories

So, I finished uni in May. What can I say? It was the most incredible experience, and beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I met friends for life and I accomplished more than I thought I was capable of!

DissertationLet me take you back to March, April and May of this year…

At time I had the biggest bags under my eyes, had the caffeine shakes and basically looked like a crackwhore. Attractive, I know. My appearance and nuttiness was all down to the pressure of my dissertation and about 10 other assignments. Thinking back, I remember wondering how the hell am I going to get through this?! It just felt like a never ending cycle, but in reality, so what? The pressure I was under for those few months seemed tough at the time, but it was only the smaller picture. I am now so proud that I pushed myself and I succeeded with the grade I wanted.

coffee loveLooking back now and even speaking to my good friend Jude Law (Harding), we began talking about how much we missed the library days! I know, how sad can our lives be right now to actually miss it? Honestly though, sure we were on work mode…well most of the time. But, the library was also where we would mess around, be in hysterics over our jokes, our twitter and spotify frapes on ella, mine and sock’s badly drawn sexual snapchats, the trips to the vending machines and the copious amounts of coffee, pro plus and haribo we got through.

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Me and JudeOur ‘library circle/safe zone’ was even competitive. We would use the online timer www.mytomatoes.com (hugely recommend this) to constantly compete to see who could write the most in those 25 minutes. We were just that wild! During those times, it was the simple things that would entertain you, I definitely made sure I still had some fun and went on my standard ‘mad ones’. It probably worked out well for me, as I was the night owl of the group and could make up the time, even if it was around 5am.

Basically, our time during those months brought us all 10 times closer. I even feel emotional reflecting back. We were always each others support during the times we were low and didn’t think we could do it, our jobs were to encourage one another, helping where we could, even if it was just with a to-do list, or whether it was staying a couple more hours at the library…so there was no late night walking alone. We all did it together. Friendship, that’s what that is!

The moral of my experience is…Just because a situation seems tough at the time, and you feel like you can’t see the light and desperately want to give up. DON’T DO IT. The satisfaction you get after you have proved that you can accomplish a goal is unbelievable; it’s a reward that can only be given by your strength and ambition. If you have the support around you, then you’re pretty much half way there!

Hello again…

We are already coming to the end of February and my blogging for 2013 resolution just didn’t happen.

2013 New Year resolution – Blogging

Being in my final year at uni, and the amount of work being thrown at me has definitely started to kick in. I’ve been feeling nervous and anxious about it all, especially as my uni experience will be over in May! 😥 Where did the past 2 and half years go?! I will soon be entering the big wide world…which is pretty scary to even think about!

As I’ve said before I study Public Relations and Communication, as part of my course I am required to blog, so last term you may have read the Ethical Angles blog that I worked on with two friends, it was all about current ethical issues. This term I will be blogging again, but this time about conflict and negotiation issues. So I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone and post them on this blog.

I want to make them as relevant as possible, using my personal experience and giving advice. Get involved with the discussions, as your opinion matters!

Keep a look out for my post coming soon…

Does bullying still even exist when you’re an adult?

Valencia what did you do to me?

Right, so you know when people say that they have visited a place that is AMAZING and It stole their heart. Well, before I never really understood what people meant..Obviously, I could appreciate the beauty and scenery of a place, but I would never say I had FALLEN IN LOVE.

This summer that all changed…

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After living in Valencia for 3 months I realised that I never wanted to leave. It was absolutely my ideal city. It is the third largest city in Spain, so it is perfect for work, yet I would never say it was hectic like London.

My dream city would be one that has both a working environment, as well as a neighbourly feel to it. That was exactly what Valencia was in my eyes. I had the local Mercadona, market and bakery right at my doorstep and in a 15 minutes walk I would arrive at the land of work.

I just loved it so much that I wanted to move there! Of course I do want to see more of the world and travel, but after leaving I really did feel like Valencia was my home and that I was leaving it to go back to cold and rainy England….(Very true considering it rained all day today and it was 35 degrees in Valencia…yes in October!!)

Whenever I have spoken to someone who wants to or has dropped out of uni, I would always think to myself WHY?! It is a minimum of 3 years, before I seriously could not comprehend why someone would want to just give up and pursue something else, when they could be getting a degree with a little bit of time and effort. I know people change their minds and believe uni may not be for them, but I just always thought after so much time and the amount of money going towards it, that it would be a wise choice just to stick it out.

I won’t lie and say that I didn’t think about quitting university and staying in Valencia, especially, after being offered to stay longer and even to go back after uni. I had thoughts that I didn’t think I would have ever considered.

During my final 3 weeks I was already feeling sad knowing that I was going to have to leave and go back to uni. It’s not that I don’t like my uni, it’s just that I felt I had grown up in a way and that my uni experience was over. The thought of going back to lectures made me want to cry, it just really felt like I would be taking a step backwards. I got to the point where I had to persuade myself daily ‘One more year Saby! Just one more year!! It will all be worth it in the future’

And it is true, I do stand by that, and I would think it would be irresponsible of me to just quit when I am so very close to the finishing line! I can say my experience has motivated me to do well, graduate and then focus on my PR career.

I met some friends for life….of course MERCEDES and I can honestly say that it was the best experience of my life to date and it really did help me grow as a person, mature and think about all the opportunities I have. I am one lucky girl, and I definitely did realise like many people, I do take my life for granted.

Remember: Don’t take your opportunities for granted!

Love Saby

That sixth sense we all have

I was originally going to write about the amazing time I had in Venice with Mercedes, but after hearing some sad news I decided to save that post for another day, when I’m feeling a bit more upbeat.

These past 3 days I have been feeling sad and emotional and not knowing why. I honestly had no idea why I was feeling down, I was thinking to myself how on earth can I be feeling sad, I’m on holiday in Venice…am I crazy?! I just assumed it was to do with me leaving Valencia soon to go back to England, and how I am dreading leaving the city that stole my heart.

Have you ever felt down and not known why? Almost as if you are feeling someone else’s pain?

I believe that sometimes you can feel that something is wrong within your family, almost a sense that someone is hurting. That is exactly what I was feeling when I was in Venice, I felt strange, almost as if something was missing and that I was lost.

There was a reason I was feeling like that, my brother had received some devastating news and I knew he was hurting.

Faith…

I was brought up a catholic, but I would never say that I am a strict catholic. I do not go to church often, I’m not one to preach, but I am one that believes there is someone up there looking down on us all. I do not like to judge people on their religion, if religion and faith help people then why be against it?

Like I said I am not a very religious person, but of course Venice is surrounded by so many beautiful churches. It just felt wrong not to go in, sit down, have a prayer and see how God was doing. I surprisingly felt so much relief from just sitting there thinking about life and meditating. I really didn’t think I would have enjoyed the experience as much as I did, but I can truly say that it helped me think more positively and feel like a weight had lifted off my shoulders.

Before, I never really understood how people could feel so refreshed after going to church and strongly believe in a religion with their being. After these past 3 days I am definitely changing my thoughts and views. I don’t feel like church will necessarily help everyone, but I do believe that being in such a sacred environment with your own thoughts and meditating can really help. I prefer to just visit church randomly and just sit there in silence, no mass and no celebrations, just my personal therapy.

If you have been going through a rough time or have lost someone close to you, I suggest visiting your local church, having a sit down and just be there with your thoughts. It is a beautiful way to reflect and relax. Lighting a candle for someone you love always helps.

Stay strong and keep positive!

Love Saby

Quotes from the Italianos ;)

This post is dedicated to the two mental Italian boys that I have met whilst on my internship. Their quotes are just brilliant!

IVANO

He is always singing, super friendly, an amazing dancer and just comes out with the weirdest and perverted sayings!

Mercedes you are so fit, what do you do?! Fit tits, fit legs, fit bum JUST FIT EVERYTHING.

Christine you can eat anything! It is just going to go to your tits *Attempts to squeeze her breasts*

Mercedes please have mercy on me! (This was after he accidentally kicked her computer….think he meant sorry)

Saby I love the way you dress….just like a bitch……I mean….you dress like you are going to the beach!! Thanks Ivano!

Mercedes where are you going you sexy thing?

Mercedes…Saby What?!?! Why can’t you go out tonight? What’s more important….el sexo?

I can’t dance to this music, I have to pretend. *Meanwhile dances like carlton from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air*

Saby – So Ivano do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend? Ivano – No, but I am in an open relationship with everyone!!

EZIO aka STONE THROWER

The typical stoner, always late for work, but super friendly and generous…especially with food and drink!

I ask Mercedes – Is he high? It’s like 11am! Look at his eyes!

Mercedes – No he can’t be, maybe he is just tired as he stayed up late.

Me- Hmmm, I still think he’s a stoner.

Mercedes – Let’s give him the benefit of the doubt, it’s the morning!

Me – Okay.

Mercedes – Oh he’s definitely high!!!! I can smell it!

Me – Told you so!

Me – Mercedes! Let’s go Google translate what stoner is and ask him whether he was high this morning!

….The direct translation – One who enjoys throwing stones haha! Not quite – but a great nickname!

Me – Ezio, were you high this morning at work?

Ezio – Nooooo! I just went to bed late. I hate that stuff!

Me – Oh…really?

Ezio – Why? do you want some? *Takes out of pocket*

Me – Hahahaha!

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Inspired by Ivano

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Inspired by Stone Thrower

Hope you enjoyed the quotes! Thanks Ivano and Ezio for making me laugh! ♥

Love Saby

Human Jaws

I went to the beach today with Mercedes it was 37 degrees! Yes amazing, I’m going to miss this weather!

I hope you are prepared for this story, honestly what an unusual and shit experience to have! I’m livid!

Mercedes and I were sunbathing, as usual I overheated and needed to go into the sea so I put my bikini top back on (living the true Spanish life and going topless) and headed for the sea. There were loads of waves today so I had good fun jumping over them 🙂

This guy then appeared, I would say he was in his thirties, chubs and strangely wearing sunglasses. He started jumping over the waves like a wally, which I found quite amusing to begin with.  I was then busy trying to do my cheer jumps in the water haha when I noticed that Mercedes had swam off.  She used to swim competitively, so she is fast! I started to swim out to her, when a ball hit my arm, I turned around and of course it was the weirdo from before, I threw the ball back to him and he threw it back to me again…what is this? are we playing a game of catch now?!? So, I tried my best to swim to Mercedes when I noticed this guy was swimming pretty close behind me, Mercedes had a worrying facial expression and began to swim away. I started to follow, then all of sudden I felt something grab my legs, I automatically thought ahhhhh JAWS but no, it was just this creep ‘pretending’ to accidentally swim into me then slide his hands on my hips and stomach…What the fuck is going on?!!! I turned around shocked and Mercedes grabbed me and we started to swim away.  This guy didn’t even give up, he swam to me again! At this point I couldn’t even touch the ground and I felt so uncomfortable that I thought I was going to drown, especially with all the waves! Luckily I had Mercedes to save me! We then saw two girls next to us who were closer to Jaws, so we used the opportunity to swim back to shore. He had then chosen not follow us, but settle for the two other girls.

Honestly what the hell?! Who actually does that! He never said a word to us, just tried to grab us, thank God we got away otherwise I don’t know what he would have done!

I just don’t understand, I mean fair enough if you are at a club and a guy gets too touchy feely with you and you say your not interested and he goes away, but for someone to prey on you in the sea! It’s now got me scared.

It’s not just sea creatures under you, watch out for human jaws!

Has anything like this ever happened to you?

Love Saby

The Spanish love a good wink and….

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If someone of the opposite sex started staring at you, then out of the blue gave you a cheeky wink, what would you think?

My friend Mercedes and I found it rather intriguing when we arrived at our placement in Valencia. We realised a wink for the Spanish is more like a smiley face to us.

At work we communicate via MSN and Yammer. So if someone writes to you saying – Are you coming downstairs 😉 What do you automatically think?

I found it very odd to begin with, but now I’m a devoted winker 😉

I’m just going to the bathroom now Mercedes 😉 Want to come?!

What will I do once I’m back in England? Will people assume I’m coming on to them?

So apart from the winking…The problem the ‘international’ girls seem to be having is – Hot Spanish guys. We see them walking their dogs topless, at the beach with their incredible abs running out of the sea, like they are in a Dolce & Gabbana commercial – oh so very sexual and great for the eyes 😉

So what’s the issue? Their height!! Why are they so short? I mean I’m a smurf as it is, and I feel tall here! No need for them heels, my feet can relax. I’m 5 foot 4 and that’s even pushing it! I’m considered the midget out of my friends, but here I finally know what it feels like to be tall and look over people!

The Spanish love to wink and size always matters! Pun intended.

Ella Parry

Why is height so important? Would you get with someone shorter than you? Tell me what you think….

Love Saby