tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/MokoFeed2009-11-10T07:43:03+01:00tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2007-05-11:/2007/05/11/photos~2250167/ginadina2007-05-11T10:08:37+02:002007-05-11T10:08:37+02:00 <p><a href="http://photobucket.com"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n310/ginadina/IchVanyTrafalgar.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a><br> <a href="http://photobucket.com"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n310/ginadina/vanyandmebuckinghampalace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a><br> <a href="http://photobucket.com"><img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n310/ginadina/embankmentwithlondoneye.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2007/05/11/photos~2250167/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-10-13:/2006/10/13/sorry_as_usual~1216344/ginadina2006-10-13T09:49:07+02:002006-10-13T09:52:56+02:00 <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=883992"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/992/883992_72e34e2f6f_s.jpg" alt="PIC00213" title="PIC00213" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>I know I'm really, really bad at keeping this blog updated as I struggle looking after my other (German) blog as well. I am awfully sorry *ggg*</p> <p>I am pretty stressed at the moment. Work, college, work and now I am playing in an orchestra here in London as well. Stress.</p> <p>I got my results (Pre-exams for Cambridge) and got a B+<br> I really have to study more. I want an A for god's sake *g*</p> <p>College is cool. I really like it although I hate Valerie (one of my tutors). She's the most horrible person I've ever met..<br> Well, actually there are other people I hate more..<br> For example the painter who keeps on following me whereever I go in the house (probably I am just imagening but anyway.. it's annoying) *g*</p> <p>We go to the cinema a lot.<br> The film I've recently watched are "THE WORLD TRADE CENTRE" (which I didn't really like), "THE CHILDREN OF MEN" (very dark picture of the future which annoyed me), "THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA" (quite entertaining and I love Meryl Streep) and "THE QUEEN" (very british *ggg*).</p> <p>I also go out a lot and drink too much.<br> No I am just kidding. Actually I've cut down on alcohol and now I tend to eat too much chocolate.<br> Actually I prefer being pissed to being fat :-(</p> <p>A little girl got run over by a double decker bus in front of our college the other day and I was really shocked by the police who didn't make any attempt to keep the hundreds of 12-year-olds away from the scene. Instead they caused a complete chaos and I was stuck in traffic for about 30 minutes.</p> <p>I haven't heard from D. for a very long time and I am just starting to forget that he ever existed which is nice *lol*</p> <p>We went to see "Billy Elliot" (musical) the other day. I just love it and actually I wouldn't mind going to the theatre every day. It's my second home.<br> No.. wait.. my third one *ggg* </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/10/13/sorry_as_usual~1216344/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-09-16:/2006/09/16/and_so_on~1131252/ginadina2006-09-16T12:47:43+02:002006-09-16T12:50:16+02:00 <p>It's scary. No matter where I go, no matter where I try to hide out. There seem to be some people who just follow me whereever I am. Or maybe it's all in my head.. maybe I am just about to go completely crazy.</p> <p>E.g. there was that guy at college when I was waiting at "student services". He just kept on chatting although I tried to look as bored and not intereseted as possible. Additional to that I had a really bad headache and was pissed off due to the long wait but he didn't seem to care at all and he was so... happy which annoyed me *grrrr*<br> From that day on I kept on seeing him.. EVERYWHERE! On a bike driving past me, in town with his mates, in the supermarket, at Starbucks... or outside the cinema in Wimbledon (yesterday) WEIRD!</p> <p>College is cool. It's hard work but I like it. My CPE class is full of really nice and interesting students from all over the world.<br> Yesterday I went for a coffee with Jose. He's Spanish and has been here for 4 years while making a living from teaching the guitar. He knows everything about music and he's a live wire. The funniest thing is him talking about "The English"... that just gives you a laugh as I think Spanish and English people are as different as chalk and cheese *lol*<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Last night I went out with Louise and we found it very hard to find nice places/pubs in <strong>Wimbledon</strong>. Next time we'll probably go up to <em>Central</em> again or stay in <strong>Putney</strong>.</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=822293"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/293/822293_b9411ee028_s.jpg" alt="PIC00096" title="PIC00096" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/09/16/and_so_on~1131252/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-09-01:/2006/09/01/and~1089696/ginadina2006-09-01T21:12:00+02:002006-09-08T22:07:01+02:00 <p>UPDATE: Due to some "technical" problems I'll have THIS new blog (in German) and not the one mentioned below:</p> <p><a href="http://my-life-in-london.blogspot.com/">http://my-life-in-london.blogspot.com/</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=805439"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/439/805439_aa8b7c064d_m.jpg" alt="PIC00229" title="PIC00229" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>And...</p> <p>.. because my lovely baby sister insisted on that...<br> Here she is with two lovely London coppers (she adores men in uniform, especially police men):</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=791787"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/787/791787_e28495fd89_m.jpeg" alt="PIC00225" title="PIC00225" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/09/01/and~1089696/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-09-01:/2006/09/01/back_home~1089584/ginadina2006-09-01T20:27:59+02:002006-09-08T22:25:52+02:00 <p>Sunday was great as we managed to get to Mc Donald's at 5 past 1 at night while it happens to close at 1 o'clock. Grrrr... Even the drive-through and the bloody petrol station oposite it were closed, what a night that was..</p> <p>Monday was a complete mess and after we'd got to the airport (swearing and scaring staff member of the Royal Bank Of Scotland) we finally managed to have a coffee at about lunchtime.<br> Osterrath is a real hicksville. There is actually such a thing as shops that wouldn't open until 10 in the morning. All I wanted was some sellotape.</p> <p>The flight was brilliant and perfectly on time. I arrived at Heathrow at about 2PM (3PM German time) and was picked up by Richard.</p> <p>The week's been quite busy so far and I'm happy to have a lie in tomorrow.</p> <p>I'll really have to do something about my lifestyle. After that "taxi disaster" I'd decided to avoid wodka-coke-mixes for the rest of my life but what about Galaxy chocolate? I think that's even worse as it sends me on a "I need more - now!"-trip *argh* </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/09/01/back_home~1089584/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-08-27:/2006/08/27/fed_up~1074923/ginadina2006-08-27T23:17:04+02:002006-08-27T23:19:46+02:00 <p>I'm really fed up and I don't know why.<br> Maybe it's because I'm flying tomorrow and I haven't done anything I planned to. Maybe it's because it just happens to be my "special time of the month" (if you know what I mean) or maybe it's because I'm broke again.</p> <p>I just met up with I. in <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> (where we went to a kind of pub) and now it's 20 past midnight while I'm waiting for my lovely sis to tell me I can pick her up. That will be at around 1AM tonight and we'll probably pop down <em>Mc Donald's </em>in <strong>Krefeld</strong> then to have a coffee or a burger. Provided it's open until late<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p><u>Btw, my dear sister</u>:<br> Yes it was my fault that the bloody cash dispenser ate your bloody debit card but hey... back then I'd just got stung by that bloody wasp.. into my throat .. where I nearly died (!!!) (well, no I didn't and after a few hours I didn't feel anything anymore, but still...) SO PLEASE HAVE A LITTLE MERCI ON ME, will ya<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><br> Thank you<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>13 more hours and I'll board my flight<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/08/27/fed_up~1074923/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-08-27:/2006/08/27/time_over~1073591/ginadina2006-08-27T15:45:48+02:002006-08-27T15:50:37+02:00 <p>I can't believe it.<br> 24 more hours and I'll be back in <strong>London</strong><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I just can't believe how time flew. It feels like yesterday when I arrived at <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> airport.</p> <p>I spent my last week driving through <strong>NRW</strong> (mostly by train), visiting friends (or meeting up with them in some dodgy <del>villages</del> cities<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">), relaxing, sleeping, watching telly and going out in the evenings. (I didn't drink, though<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> Honestly!)</p> <p>Yesterday I got a new haircut (no, you won't get a picture, maybe later..) and I got to see <em>Disney's "THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST"</em> in <strong>Oberhausen</strong> (where I'd met up with Jess). It was so cool to see Yngve again (he plays the beast btw *g*)... he's gooooooooorgeous<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> :</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779556"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/556/779556_ab8fa9f680_s.jpg" alt="sub_cast_romdal" title="sub_cast_romdal" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>It was really, really nice and we enjoyed it a lot<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>On the train to <strong>Krefeld</strong> I met that special kind of species - my best friends (I see them a lot) - a ticket inspector<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"><br> I did have a ticket (that didn't occur to be the problem for a change and even if, I am kinda able to influence that species a lot and I never have to pay *LOL*).... what happened was:<br> I dared to put my legs up on that kind of thing (which, when you put it down, becomes a sort of extra seat) and when that <del>muppet</del> gentleman came to check my ticket he said: "<em>Put your legs down, will ya</em>"...<br> To cut a long story short: Of course I did what I was told but afterwards he was just so rude and talking to me in a way I don't wanna be talked to. Additional to that he touched me and kind of hit me (well, my legs).. and then he was really going to call the old bill, I couldn't believe what I heard.<br> "<em>Call the police then, go on.. Then I'll have someone to tell what you just did</em>" I said, and he didn't like that .. but considering the fact that at the end of the day it was him who had done wrong he didn't call the coppers - how stupid can one be!!!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt=">:-[" class="middle" border="0"><br> I just felt bad because on the one hand I don't wanna be treated like that and on the other hand I usually don't get involved with any kind of authorities<img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"> (at least not in that kind of way)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Anyway. All in all I've had a really good time at home and enjoyed every single minute. It's great to be without any duties, responsibilities and worries for a while...<img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>When I met up with Tina in <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> the other day I discovered some park (which had been there all the time but although I was born in <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> I had never been there before) - "<em>Hofgarten</em>".<br> It's really nice and we took a time out singing "<em>Andrew Lloyd Webber</em>" songs on a bench (I know we are embarrassing and we're proud of it) and talking about ill hamsters, dead rabbits and screaming guineapigs *ggg*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Two days ago Vany was doomed to cook some dinner for G., G. and me, because she was taken to a <em>Robbie Williams</em> concert in <strong>Cologne</strong> 2 weeks ago - bad luck<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> - and that was her "payment".<br> It was quite yummy, though, and all of us enjoyed it a lot.<br> A perfect dinner<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Today our train was delayed for some time because the police was tracing an unattended bag.<br> Quite reassuring to be told "<em>Well, we'll stop here for a while because the <em>Transport Police</em> have found some unattended bag in your carriage. Don't worry, you'll be fine</em>" *g*<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><br> It turned out to belong to some homeless fellow who was searching the train for empty cans and bottles (there are loads of people who search bins in order to get the 25 cent pledge). Grrrr...</p> <p>Btw that's me with Orlando, Johnny and Keira *ggg*:<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779588"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/588/779588_f1e21e8dbe_s.jpg" alt="PIC00192" title="PIC00192" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> .. at a bus stop in <strong>Waterloo</strong> *ggg*</p> <p>That was in <strong>Waterloo</strong> as well:<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779590"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/590/779590_26b886d2ac_s.jpg" alt="bayley" title="bayley" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> (I know the pic's quality is rubbish but thats not my fault)</p> <p>and some more pics:</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779593"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/593/779593_0408f78818_s.jpg" alt="1" title="1" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779594"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/594/779594_8e90885024_s.jpg" alt="2" title="2" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779595"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/595/779595_d7c0dd9983_s.jpg" alt="3" title="3" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779602"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/602/779602_b9411ee028_s.jpg" alt="4" title="4" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779603"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/603/779603_956f17a16b_s.jpg" alt="5" title="5" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=779604"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/604/779604_0a9d7c31ba_s.jpg" alt="6" title="6" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/08/27/time_over~1073591/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-08-23:/2006/08/23/title~1062972/ginadina2006-08-23T17:19:44+02:002006-08-23T17:21:04+02:00 <p><u>Me at Shaftesbury Avenue (London):</u></p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=770744"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/744/770744_da680b8c27_s.jpg" alt="22s" title="22s" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>.. <u>and on the train </u>(what we usually did (cos it was just so hot) was.. sleeping *ggg*)</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=770746"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/746/770746_e02637dc73_s.jpg" alt="PIC00152" title="PIC00152" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/08/23/title~1062972/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-08-20:/2006/08/20/strange_things_happening~1054355/ginadina2006-08-20T15:38:54+02:002006-08-20T15:38:54+02:00 <p>It's weird. I've been here for over 3 weeks now and I still feel as if I was on holiday or something, but not home in any way.<br> Is that normal?<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>But anyway, I do enjoy being here in a way and meeting all my friends, just to know that I haven't been forgotten, is fab.</p> <p>I've changed my lifestyle as well since I came here. I still go to bed too late but now I tend to sleep until 10ish (which is great *g*). I am so happy not to have to pay for my food so I tend to eat a lot as well<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>Sometimes when I am on the train my thoughts keep on flying away and as soon as I think about my "actual" home my brain switches to the "<em>English</em>" mode which means I also think in English. If then someone starts speaking German next to me I always get a little shock cos unconsciously I was expecting English I think<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I had a really funny experience at <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> station the other day..<br> All I wanted to do was to buy an apple.. a "Braeburn" apple. But for some reason I didn't manage to say "<em>Ein Braeburn Apfel, bitte</em>".. Cos I was actually going to say "<em>Can I have a braeburn apple, please</em>".. So I must have said something like "A Braeburn Apfel" pronouncing "<em>Braeburn</em>" really English.<br> What I got was an apple and that saleslady talking to me.. in English.<br> I didn't say anything but it was <u>so</u> funny<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Another incident that showed me my brain decides to swith whenever it wants.. by itself:<br> I was just about to sit down on a train to <strong>Duisburg</strong> when the train stopped with a jar and I nearly fell into a big guy's arms (embarrassing *g*)... By coincidence that fellow was American and he said something like "<em>Oh, I'm sorry</em>" (he can't have been German anyway cos Germans don't apologize if someone crashes into them<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">)..<br> "<em>Oh I'm really sorry. Sorry</em>" I said.. automatically and not even realizing that I was talking English - scary<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>The weather is horrible by the way and I'm just sitting in an internet cafe in <strong>Recklinghausen</strong> being surrounded by highly annoying 12-year-olds who just can't shut up for a second *brrrr*<img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"><br> I met up with M. for some brunch this morning (he paid which was nice) and yesterday (after I'd met Tina in <strong>Essen</strong>) Jess and I decided to watch <em>THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA</em> (musical) which was absolutely brilliant. I really enjoyed it<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>.. Another pic we took during our "<em>Big sister shows little sister London</em>"- tour:</p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=763600"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/600/763600_75c6c9e9eb_s.jpg" alt="PIC00220" title="PIC00220" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/08/20/strange_things_happening~1054355/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-08-14:/2006/08/14/pissed_off~1038988/ginadina2006-08-14T16:37:21+02:002006-08-14T16:44:21+02:00 <p>I'm fed up. I've had an argument with my lovely boyfriend and I have to say: English men are different. Grrrrrrrrr....<br> 1. Is it so hard to admit you are afraid of flying?<br> 2. Is it so hard to say you've missed your f*** flight?<br> 3. Is it so hard to tell your girlfriend you are a coward?<br> And last but not least: is it really so hard to confess you've been telling tales?<br> Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh........ I am really, really irritated<img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>To cut a long story short: Sir Daryl French didn't manage to board the flight LH4771 from <strong>London Heathrow</strong> to <strong>Düsseldorf International</strong>. But once more he did manage to piss me off<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mad.gif" alt=">:(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Anyway, I still had a good weekend and a lot of fun - even without Mr "I am too scared to do anything and probably some terrorist will decide to blow my bloody plane up"-Daryl.<br> I met up with some friends and managed to be stuck in <strong>Solingen</strong> for some time. (The ugliest city around)</p> <p>I think I've been away for too long, we've even got a "<em>Subway</em>" Restaurant in <strong>Krefeld</strong> now, I can't believe it<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>The other day I was waiting for my sister at <strong>Krefeld</strong> railway station when I actually realized that German cab drivers are sort of perverts and German coppers are ugly *ggg*</p> <p>There was that guy on the train. He kept on starring at me for 50 minutes and when I was waiting for my train at <strong>Essen</strong> station he just followed me where ever I went - even to the loo (which was really scary). I told him to piss off but he wouldn't go away so I just had a chat with some coppers who finally helped me to get rid off him - crazy twat<img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"><br> So last night I actually dreamed I was being followed and kidnapped by some short fat guy wearing a "Lonsdale" Jacket (brrr)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>That was last month when Vany visited me in <strong>London</strong>:<br> (me at <em>Piccadilly Circus</em>)<br> We had a good time playing tourists... more pictures coming up<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=750912"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/912/750912_6a3cddf112_m.jpg" alt="Piccadilly Circus London" title="Piccadilly Circus London" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/08/14/pissed_off~1038988/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-08-11:/2006/08/11/apologies~1031794/ginadina2006-08-11T15:02:27+02:002006-08-11T15:05:20+02:00 <p>I know I am really bad at the moment. Too lazy and not bothered, but hey, I'm on holiday so everyone please forgive me for being such a bore and not posting that much.<br> Also everyone who's waiting for an email from me: sorry!!<br> I'm not too busy or so but my internet access is limitied and I hardly find an opportunity to check my emails, so...<img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>SORRY<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Last weekend was fab as I managed to see my friends and have a good time. I met up with Tina in <strong>Essen (Werden)</strong> and we popped down "<em>KIKAS</em>" (where I didn't have ice cream as usual but a big fruit cocktail with yoghurt which was yummy *g*). It was really nice as it reminded me of a time long ago where we used to go there a lot. We also had a trip to our old "church" where we used to sing in the middle of the night sitting on the church wall until we were told off by some grannies from the nursing home opposite the church "<em>Could you please be quiet, it's almost midnight, thank you</em>"<br> That was fun. Another time some couple asked us to sing for them again as they really liked our version of "<em>The Phantom Of The Opera</em>" *LOL*<br> And I'll never forget our little "concert" in front of a dozen actors and musical fans at the "<em>Holiday Inn Hotel</em>" (embarrassing)<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>In the evening I took a train down to <strong>Dinslaken/Friedrichsfeld</strong> and visited my little babe, Jess<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><br> Thanks darling for making me my tea and keeping Picasso away from my legs *g* And thanks for the video and the nice evening<img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>On Sunday I had a nice trip to the most beautiful *cough* city of our "<em>Ruhrgebiet</em>" - <strong>BOCHUM</strong><img src="/img/smilies/graydead.gif" alt="XX(" class="middle" border="0"><br> I knew I was in Bochum when some 15-year-olds tried to chat me up and a 12-year-old turkish teenager told me I was "hot" and after I'd asked him why he wasn't in bed yet he got a bit "cross" with me *ggg*.... kids.....<br> Then I met those lovely drunks on the platform who were entertaining everyone by their stupid and loud conversations about "<em>Hartz IV</em>" and our horrible government<img src="/img/smilies/grayembarrassed.gif" alt=")-o" class="middle" border="0"><br> I visited Melanie and her two lovely cats (they're the cutest cats I've ever seen and I actually love every cat in this world) where we spent ages on the internet and making fruit salad...</p> <p>I met two Scottish guys on the train the other day. It was funny as until then I'd only heard Scottish people speaking English, not Scottish. But I recognized the kind of accent I am so used to (I really like it) and so I just had a chat with them (they were really cute and although they were really good at speaking German they didn't understand it - usually it's the other way around. Probably my German has become so bad that nobody understands me anymore *ggg*).</p> <p>Tomorrow Daryl's coming and I'll pick him up from the airport in <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> (provided he manages to get out of <strong>London</strong> after those terror threat security warnings *grrrr*) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/08/11/apologies~1031794/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-08-04:/2006/08/04/sunshine_sandwiches_and_boredom~1013534/ginadina2006-08-04T14:44:41+02:002006-08-04T14:44:41+02:00 <p>A few things happened... good things...</p> <p>E.g.: Daryl managed to book a flight to Germany (i.e. he's gonna visit me here in a fortnight) <img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I finally got my results (<em>CAE exam/Cambridge</em>), I can't believe it ...<br> <strong>I PASSED - AND GOT AN "A"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</strong><br> To be honest I was quite certain I'd passed but I'd hoped to get a "B" or so. I'm really happy - and proud<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I spent the weekend meeting friends and popping down the "<em>Centro</em>" (Shopping Centre, but in comparison to <strong>London</strong> shops here tend to be closed on Sundays) in <strong>Oberhausen</strong> with Jess. On Tuesday I met up with Mel in <strong>Essen</strong> where we managed to go for a drink and chat for over three hours *ggg*<br> I actually enjoyed myself and it feels good to see all my friends again.. Coming home also means "getting back a piece of my past" - sometimes it's nice but sometimes it also makes me realize that I don't miss my "old life". I'm quite happy with things being as they are and I don't intend to change that. For now it's okay the way it is and I'll just let things happen as I am curious and excited ...</p> <p>Yesterday (Thursday) I took a tram up to <strong>C.Düsseldorf</strong> where I picked Tina up from the <em>(railway) station</em>.<br> I have to admit: <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> is boring. It bores me and I can't help it.<br> I used to like it as back then it meant fun, entertainment and a sort of alternative. But now it's nothing more than a "big village" full of dull, transparent and unfriendly people. It's still better than <strong>Meerbusch</strong>, though<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><br> I think once you've fallen in love with <strong>London</strong>, once you've lived there for a while, it's not possible to be impressed anymore<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"><br> I know it's not true but I tend to think I've seen it all in a way. (At least a lot<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">)<br> And I've been through a lot as well...</p> <p>Anyway, Tina and I just walked around and chatted a lot before we had a look and walked down to the "<em>Rhine</em>".<br> Tina was really mean as well as she just had a "<em>Subway</em>" sandwich in front of my eyes (while I was starving and I love "<em>Subway</em>", I'd die for it)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>It's not fair. Now that I'm here the weather's changed completely. It's not really warm anymore and raining quite a lot. I was actually looking forward to the opportunity to go for a swim and sunbathing whenever I feel like it. (As there's a lack of swimming pools and outdoor swimming lakes in <em>London</em> I missed it)</p> <p>BTW that's me outside my mom's office in <em>Düsseldorf</em>:</p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=730370"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/370/730370_41f42222ab_m.jpeg" alt="pic_020" title="pic_020" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/08/04/sunshine_sandwiches_and_boredom~1013534/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-07-31:/2006/07/31/home_sweet_home~1002503/ginadina2006-07-31T13:45:38+02:002006-07-31T13:48:40+02:00 <p>I am back in <em>Germany</em> for a few weeks and I arrived at <strong>Düsseldorf</strong> airport on Saturday morning (at 9AM) after I'd spent about 8 hours at <strong>Heathrow</strong> airport *scary*<br> I got there at about midnight and I couldn't believe my eyes as the terminal was completely abondoned. Only "<em>Costa Coffee</em>" was still open but apart from a few workers, coppers *g* and 2 lost japanese passengers no one was there and after a while I decided to look for a more comfi spot to have a nap or so, which I found at "<em>International Arrivals</em>". But as soon as I had settled down it started to get really cold and noisy around there. I still managed to stay there and rest until 5AM or so *brr*</p> <p>The flight was absolutely on time for a change and after "<u>chocolate for breakfast</u>" (I didn't have money for anything else *cry*) I dropped off my luggage (had checked in online the day before) and made my way up to "<em>Departures</em>".<br> I had 29.6kg of luggage (which was ridiculous) but didn't have to pay as the aircraft happened to be only half full<img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I'm glad to be here at the moment and the heat is giving us a break as well.<br> Just popped down our local <em>university hospital</em> to give blood (this time my HB was 14.6 I couldn't believe it) with Vanessa and now we're at G.'s office where I finally managed to find a computer I can use *happy*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p><u>Whenever I come here I make three mistakes</u>:</p> <blockquote><p>1. I tend to talk to people in English (at least one or two words) before I realize "stop, German, please"<br> 2. I always think nobody around us understands me when I talk to friends or family (in German) while walking down the street.<br> 3. I look to the wrong side while crossing the street</p></blockquote> <p>Driving the car is fine as I can switch pretty fast from "sitting on the right side + driving on the left" and "sitting on the left side + driving on the right"</p> <p>My sister is a student of the <em>University Of Duesseldorf</em> from today and she's very proud of that (Congratulations!) </p> <p>I hope Daryl's gonna visit me here in <em>Germany</em> in two weeks time... if he ever manages to go on the internet and book the bloody flight.<br> My flight back to <strong>London</strong> is on the 28th of August at 1.35PM (BA 939)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/07/31/home_sweet_home~1002503/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-07-24:/2006/07/24/title~984774/ginadina2006-07-24T16:47:27+02:002006-07-24T16:54:56+02:00 <p>I've moved to <strong>Harrow/North London</strong> and the last couple of days I spent getting to know the area up there.<br> It's funny. I think if you're a foreigner and/or immigrant and/or poor you'll move to <strong>Hackney</strong> for instance (<em>East End</em>).<br> If you're a foreigner and wealthy you'll move to <strong>Harrow</strong>.<br> But the people who live up there seem to be really pleasant. It's also strange to have hills while living in <strong>London</strong><img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I'm awfully broke at the moment and believe it or not but I don't even have proper food. I'd have dry bread rolls with milk for breakfast, porridge for lunch and cucumber for tea *g* Good occasion to go on a diet actually<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>But things are getting better and at the end of the week I'll fly to <em>Germany (Duesseldorf)</em> for a couple of weeks. We'll see.</p> <p>The heat gave us a break at the weekend but today it's already started to get hotter again and by Wednesday the next heat wave will have arrived *brrr* I'm really fed up.<br> I love sunshine and blue skies (who doesn't) but <u>NOT LIKE THAT</u>.<br> I've just spent some time sunbathing at <strong>Trafalgar Square </strong>(where it's really nice as you can sunbath without getting a heat stroke while putting your legs in cool water (I've mentioned that before I guess)) although you are likely to be photographed by some perverts (this is London, they're everywhere<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">) *g*<br> Right now I'm at the <em>Easy Internet Cafe </em>at <strong>Tottenham Court Rd</strong> where some <del>muppet</del> nice person has forgotten to log off so I'm surfing for free *g*<br> Just popped down <em>Sainsbury's</em> next door and managed to buy wholegrain pasta + mushroom tomato sauce for 1 GBP (always looking out for bargains<img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0">)</p> <p class="center"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/de/thumb/2/21/150604_trafalgar-square-brunnen-halbtotale_3-640x480.jpg/250px-150604_trafalgar-square-brunnen-halbtotale_3-640x480.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p>At the moment <em>Central London</em> pisses me off.<br> With simply three reasons: Too hot, too dirty, too busy...<br> Although I have to admit spending one day in <strong>Harrow, Sudbury, Ruislip</strong> and Co. makes me long for some "action" (it's really dull and boring up there<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0">)</p> <p>So long (let's be a bit american today)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/07/24/title~984774/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-07-20:/2006/07/20/no_comment~974539/ginadina2006-07-20T14:27:02+02:002006-07-20T14:27:02+02:00 <p>It is hot.<br> And in case I've mentioned that before, it got even hotter.<br> I don't really mind as long as I get enough water and food but going by bus is unbearable.<br> Luckily enough the trains from <strong>Richmond</strong> towards <strong>Central London</strong> have air conditioning and so it's a pleasure to go by train at least.<br> The room I've got is quite nice as well (although it's on the Ground floor and keeping the windows open means everyone can look inside). I don't even mind that it's just right next to a fire- and ambulance station and I get woken up by sirens every hour. Since I've got about four windows or so there's always enough air throughout the night (has been really warm and humid so far), so yeah, I will survive *ggg*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I met up with Kathryn the other day (she's studied law and after that media in <strong>Kingston</strong> for the last three years) and talking to her actually gave me new ideas etc. what to do next.</p> <p>I'm going to move up to <strong>North London (Harrow)</strong> tonight and then we'll see.<br> I might also be going home for a few weeks soon<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/07/20/no_comment~974539/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-07-17:/2006/07/17/mmmhh~965287/ginadina2006-07-17T10:31:41+02:002006-07-17T10:31:41+02:00 <p>There's not much I can write at the moment as things are a bit out of order and I am moving house.</p> <p>The last couple of days have been a complete mess and I am just about to sort things out (which turns out to be hard work).</p> <p>It is really hot again (32 degrees) and I am sweating<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Yesterday I slept most of the day (as I hadn't done so for ages) and then I went out in <strong>Richmond</strong> (where I'm living at the moment).<br> I spent ages on the computer/internet and went sunbathing at <em>Richmond Green</em> afterwards before I took a bus up to Kensington.</p> <p>That's me at the <em>ROYAL ALBERT HALL </em>yesterday:<br> (PS: I am not as happy at the moment as I look in this pic)</p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=691309"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/309/691309_3ce61d52c5_s.jpg" align="" alt="pic_022" title="pic_022" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/07/17/mmmhh~965287/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-07-13:/2006/07/13/everything_changes~957721/ginadina2006-07-13T22:46:27+02:002006-07-15T20:11:09+02:00 <p>First of all: sorry for being so lazy.<br> Much happened but I just didn't have time to write about it.<br> Many things are changing at the moment as well and it looks like I'm going back to Germany quite soon (for how long, I don't know yet)</p> <p>The week with Vanessa was great and after that I got back to everyday's life which meant: work, going out, having fun, getting annoyed by XY etc etc.</p> <p>I also made an experiment (not deliberately!):<br> How long can you get by without any sleep or better: how does your mood change if you haven't slept for over 50 hours?</p> <p>Another thing: I won't drink anymore! *ggg*</p> <p>Monday and Tuesday I was working all day and when I went out with Daryl on Tuesday night I actually realized that everything's changing at the moment whereas I want it to stay as it is more than anything else. (I'll write about that later)</p> <p>D. was really, really poorly again (we were all quite worried as he had such a high fever that he started halluzinating).<br> We called a doctor out at 2AM in the morning. (The "Thames Doc" which I think is quite similar to "<em>der kassenaerztliche Notdienst</em>" in Germany. Took them just about 20 minutes to get here but there was not much he could do anyway apart from reassuring us and giving him some medicine he already had.) The fever was over 104 and he had been throwing up for more than 20 times during the day.</p> <p>I had to go to the dentist today *argh* but it was no problem at all.<br> Got a nice sedation (+ a needle into my hand which makes me look like a junkie *brrrrr*) and can't remember much (not even that nasty noise you tend to hear) - cool!</p> <p>I'm still waiting for the results of my exam.. and yesterday was my last day at work *cry* </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/07/13/everything_changes~957721/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-07-05:/2006/07/05/hot~935130/ginadina2006-07-05T14:30:03+02:002006-07-05T14:33:52+02:00 <p>The week's been pretty hot so far (<u>too</u> hot) and Vanny and I have been suffering in the heat while stucking to our planned "Across London" tour... (She'd only been here once before so there was a lot she hadn't seen yet)</p> <p>We went up to <strong>East London</strong> where we first stopped at <em>St Paul's Cathedral</em> and <em>Tower Bridge</em> later on where we nearly died without any water/food/energy left *LOL* and a copper misled us telling us the wrong way to the next <em>Sainsbury's</em>/ they are really cruel, you know, he probably wanted us to die somewhere in the backstreets *ggg* because England lost the day before and Germany got into the semi final *yeah*).<br>We did some, well, sight seeing (<em>Tower Of London, Big Ben and Co</em>.) and had a nice time sitting in the shadow in front of <em>Marks & Spencers</em> (where we finally got some food and water which prevented us from fainting in that heat *brrrr*)</p> <p>We took a bus down to <strong>Canary Wharf</strong> but the shopping centre was already closed so we just had a little walk around, some refreshment from <em>Tescos</em> (+ the lovely air conditioning in there) and some fun at "<em>fishermen walk</em>" (gosh we really embarrassed ourselves) before we graped a chinki and catched a bus (no 15) back to <strong>Central London</strong>.</p> <p>In the evening it was lovely as we walked down to <em>Leicester Square</em> and <em>Covent Garden</em> (where we had loads of freshly squeezed orange juice and live music).</p> <p>On Monday it was still unbearably hot and we went up to Kingston (in order to flee from the heat we popped down Bentalls Centre) and did some shopping sight seeing<img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"></p> <p>I had to work for a few hours and after that Vanny and I took a bus down to Wimbledon (where we met loads of weird people).<br>There's Tennis in <strong>Wimbledon</strong> and a "Flower Show" at <em>Hampton Court Palace</em> (where I live) which makes me feel as if I lived in the middle of some kind of tourist attraction (they're everywhere!). <br>As I mentioned before: I <u>hate</u> tourists!</p> <p>I won't comment on the <em>world cup</em> as we went to see the game with a few mates of mine yesterday and all I can say is: it's a pity<img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/16cry.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"><br>(We watched it in a pub in <strong>Kingston</strong> and funnily enough, we found some English couple who were supporting Germany - I couldn't believe it *LOL*)</p> <p>That was yesterday (Tuesday) where we tried to fight the heat by putting our feet (legs) into the fountains (at Trafalgar Square, which was nice):</p> <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=666233"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/233/666233_08bbb2b41c_s.jpg" alt="trafalgar brunnen sonnenuntergang" title="trafalgar brunnen sonnenuntergang" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="135" height="180"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=666234"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/234/666234_f4e1b8b746_s.jpg" alt="trafalgar pferd" title="trafalgar pferd" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="135" height="180"></a><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=666235"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/235/666235_5ae91c3f62_s.jpg" alt="me and vanny trafalgar" title="me and vanny trafalgar" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="135" height="180"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/07/05/hot~935130/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-07-02:/2006/07/02/heatwaves_and_headaches~926620/ginadina2006-07-02T11:34:27+02:002006-07-02T11:37:39+02:00 <p><em>Update:</em></p> <p>It's really, really hot again - my little sister's here - <em>England</em> got kicked out of the worldcup and I've got a terrible toothache.</p> <p>On Wednesday I went to the pictures with Anna as usual (where we watched "<em>THE LAKE HOUSE</em>" with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock - quite nice film actually) and Thursday was my last day at college.<br> It was so sad as we had a nice picnic at <strong>Esher Green </strong>in the sun and after that we all had to say good-bye for good. Most of us are leaving or doing something else so it's quite unlikely that we'll all meet again<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"><br> Anna joined our picnic and afterwards we popped down the tanning studio in <strong>Cobham</strong> before we decided to hang around in her garden for a bit.<br> In the evening I met up with Daryl in <strong>Waterloo</strong> where we popped down the pub as usual<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> No footie = a really quiet evening<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>On friday I had to see the dentist as my toothache was killing me<img src="/img/smilies/graydead.gif" alt="XX(" class="middle" border="0"><br> I was in agony and scared but it was alright.<br> Luckily I've got a private insurance so I didn't have to go to an NHS dentist which was good. I got the appointment within one day and the next one next week where I'll also get a sedation (which means I'll be put to sleep and not remember anything *great*)<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>In the afternoon Lotte and I went up to <strong>Kingston</strong> to find some nice pub where we could watch footie (<em>Germany - Argentina</em>)<br> We got loads of chocolate bars for free (there were some guys handing them out for promotion) (which is great if you want to cut down on chocolate) and after a little walk through the heat we popped down "<em>O'Neills</em>".<br> Nice game (thrilling and almost disturbing but good) as WE WON!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=659712"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/712/659712_99c4ea82b8_m.jpg" align="" alt="2006-06-27-003" title="2006-06-27-003" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>Saturday I got up at 5AM (which nearly killed me) in order to get a bus to <strong>Heathrow airport </strong>and pick up my sister.<br> It was alright and we had a nice day up in <strong>London</strong> where we met up with Daryl later on and watched the <em>England</em> game in a pub.<br> Unfortunately they lost agains <em>Portugal</em> (which you might know) and because it wasn't fair either everyone got "a little" upset.<br> The town was packed out with police (on horses, in vans and on the streets), upset footie fans and confused tourists...<br> We had some tea at <em>Pizza Hut </em>and walked back to <strong>Waterloo</strong> (across Waterloo Bridge) later on that night.<br> Vany wasn't feeling well so I was a little worried and additional to that both of us were completely knackered<img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"><br> We couldn't sleep at all as it was hot and sticky etc.<br> I also had a combination of toothache, tummyache, headache and too much alcohol (which was great *grrrr*)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>But hey, cheer up! We're fine now<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lalala.gif" alt=":lalala:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/07/02/heatwaves_and_headaches~926620/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-27:/2006/06/27/germans_footie_and_milkshakes~916162/ginadina2006-06-27T19:04:20+02:002006-06-27T19:09:19+02:00 <p>*yawn*<img src="/img/smilies/graysleep.gif" alt=":zz:" class="middle" border="0"><br> I've got no energy at all at the moment and I don't know why. (Probably it's due to a lack of nice and fresh sugar/fat from chocolate bars<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">)<br> College's been boring and although I went out every single night I didn't find any opportunity to actually enjoy myself as I usually do on a nice night out (and that's got nothing to do with alcohol, honestly<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0">)</p> <p>The weekend was wicked.<br> On Saturday I met up with Lotte and we took a train up to <em>Central</em> where we were good girls and visited a museum for a change.<br> <em>The Museum Of London </em>next to <em>St Paul's</em>, which was nice and quite interesting as well.<br> It took us some time to find out what "<em>A.D." </em>stands for as it was logical that "B.C." stands for "before Christ" but "A.D."?<br> So we just asked some american tourist next to us *g* After a while he said "<em>After death. Must be</em>.. *lookingconfused*"<br> After death? After Jesus died? Aehm, well, I doubt that to be honest *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> Then we had to look for a while until we eventually found some staff member who was able to speak English at all and got the answer<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> Sorry, but everyone should know that.<br> We didn't cos we're not English and in German it would be v.Chr. (B.C.) and n.Chr. (A.D.) (before and after Christ)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>We failed to find a <em>Subway Restaurant</em> in the "<em>City</em>" (East Enders don't seem to like Sandwiches *ggg*) so we took a bus back to <strong>Aldwych</strong>, got our Sub and made off for <strong>Waterloo</strong> where we watched footie (Germany - Sweden) in a pub.<br> It was just fun and the game was quite entertaining as well. Not as entertaining as our conversations with the guys sitting at the bar, though.<br> "<em>Are you Swedish? Or German</em>?" looking at us interested as well as confused..<br> "<em>Both</em>" we said.<br> "<em>Right</em>"<br> After a while:<br> "<em>You're German, aren't you?"<br> "Maybe? Are we allowed to be?</em>"<br> <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> They were fun and we had a nice chat with them..<br> "<em>Oh I love Juergen Klinsmann cos he played for the team I support". He was one of my favourite players"</em> one of them told us.<br> Although they said they hated all the others and just to mention it again: The English aren't really keen on Germany<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><br> But don't ask them why as there are only two possible answers: "It's just fun" or "I don't know"<br> And don't feel offended as it only shows your lack of humour<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Germany won (of course<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0">) and Daryl joined us after a while (which caused the guys to ignore us from then on... men.. tzz tzz tzz)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> Lotte had to leave as she was to babysit and I had a few drinks with Daryl before I took a train back and joined Lotte in front of the telly watching <em>BIG BROTHER</em><img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Sunday was fun.<br> N. and I went down to <strong>Southampton</strong> (and <strong>Winchester</strong> later on that day) where we had a good time.<br> We also watched the <em>England</em> game in some pub in <strong>Winchester</strong> where I shocked the barkeeper by ordering a glass of fresh milk *ggg*:<br> "<em>Gosh, where are you from, love?"<br> "Mmhh.. Germany?"<br> "Oh right, so people probably do that there.. drinking milk in a pub?"<br> "Not really, no. But I do</em>"<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> Footie was a bit disturbing to watch. Quite embarrassing for England to be honest and damn it, I really want them to get into the final<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mad.gif" alt=">:(" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/27/germans_footie_and_milkshakes~916162/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-23:/2006/06/23/and_it_goes_on~904450/ginadina2006-06-23T09:59:55+02:002006-06-23T10:03:14+02:00 <p>I tried to relax this week and take things easy but somehow and for some reason I can't explain to myself, everything's going completely wrong at the moment.</p> <p>To cut a long story short first the bad things that happened:<br> There's been some changes concerning the summer and work (if I know more I'll let you know), I've been a really bad and naughty student recently (I just can't be bothered now that I've taken all the exams), I haven't been feeling very well at all and that annoys me, I had some arguments with friends and some incident with "The Car" again (although it wasn't my fault again, but I think Me+TheCar=Disaster) and additional to that one of my best friends here is leaving <strong>London</strong> for good<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Now some positive facts:<br> The weather's been quite nice, I have met loads of really nice people lately, my baby sister is comming over next week, Daryl and I are still happy, I got my <em>OCR</em> certificate (English literature/ not the <em>CAE</em> one I took in <strong>Wimbledon</strong>) and <em>Germany</em> is first of its group (worldcup *g*) (although that means we won't play agains <em>England</em> in the next round, damn it *lol*)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I watched the (England) game on Tuesday with D., Danny and Lorraine (which was fun, although D. fell asleep after 30 mins or so *g*) - how can it be that once I chose a favourite player he gets injured after 2 mins and probably won't be able to play anymore *grrrrr* that's typical<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> Well, never mind, there are still Beckham, Gerrard and Joe Cole<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <blockquote><p>= Come on, England =</p></blockquote> <p>Since I have to drive around with those weird flags on our car I am just going to support <em>England</em> from now on<br> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><br> As long as I don't dress myself up like that:</p> <p class="center"><img src="http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/images/dress-up/wigs/st-george-value.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p>Anyway, on Wednesday I visited O. in <strong>Sutton</strong> and in the evening Anna and I had a nice night out in <strong>Kingston</strong> (where we also went to the pictures as usual<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0">)</p> <p>Yesterday Daryl and I popped down our pub in <strong>Waterloo</strong> where we got to see the Australian game. There were quite a few Australian guys there and they tried to divide the pub into "Australians" and "Brasilians" (because of the two games at the same time) which was sort of annoying.<br> The guys were cool, though and I find the Australian accent really funny (it always sounds like a song at the end of the sentence) although I think their English is much closer to the British than to the American one. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/23/and_it_goes_on~904450/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-19:/2006/06/19/i_don_t_know_what_to_say~893635/ginadina2006-06-19T13:07:02+02:002006-06-23T09:39:42+02:00 <p>This weekend was absolutely crazy and I actually can't believe most of the things that happened. I am not gonna tell you everything <img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"> but let's just start with Friday:</p> <p>The weather was nice, work was ok and in the afternoon Anna joined me in our garden where we spent 2 hours sunbathing before I had to pick up Daniel. We took the tortoises out (Hermand and Hermone, they are so cute<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0">) and had a good time chatting and bitching<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>In the evening I was looking forward to a good night out with friends from College (and their friends, and their friends' friends *ggg*) but then it started to get... well, it didn't go according to plan to be honest.<br> In <strong>Surbiton</strong> I was kind of stuck in the station for some time because I'd forgotten my wallet/travelcard and the barriers were closed.<br> However, I was in a really bad mood and arriving at the pub I thought I was dreaming when that bl** bouncer told me I couldn't get in without an ID.<br> Hello? Gosh, that pissed me off (excuse my language, please). Primarily I despise that kind of attitude and the way those bouncers think they rule the world. I am nice so why do they still treat me like rubbish and talk to me in that rude (almost insulting) way. Grrrr, who do they think they are? I totally agree with the fact that security guys and bouncers are a "must have" for every bar/club etc. (because there are a lot of idiots out there who can't behave), but please... I look neither underage nor criminal, so what do they want? Brrrrrrrrr..<br> So well, actually it doesn't matter. I phoned up Sylvi and she got my wallet for me. Meanwhile I just got to my friends at the table (the bouncer saw that but didn't say anything) and when I got my ID I went to him: "<em>Here you are. Happy now</em>?" He didn't even look at it: "<em>Oh get off, you can stay in now, but next time don't take the piss"</em><br> Hello? No comment<img src="/img/smilies/graydead.gif" alt="XX(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>We had a really good time, though and after a while (and a few <em>Jim Beam cokes</em> *g*) we decided to go to a nightclub afterwards (as it was midnight and they were just about to close). The boys and Eva and her friends didn't want to come (bores they are..) so it was only Sylvia, D. and me.<br> While waiting for a cap we met some coppers (who'd just been dealing with some drunken dickheads). We asked them to give us a lift (of course we weren't serious *g*) - I haven't got the faintest idea why they laughed at us<img src="/img/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt=":roll:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> The cap driver was quite annoyed by us as well and happy to drop us off in <strong>Kingston</strong> (which is basically around the corner).<br> The club was cool although smoky, stuffy and small but we enjoyed ourselves and met some really nice people. I smoked (which I shouldn't have done as I am a non-smoker and not used to it at all) so I ended up in the ladies being sick for an hour or so. (From then on I was constantly unwell for the rest of the weekend)<br> That really made my night *grrr* so I decided to leave the dancing floor and go home at about 2AM<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"><br> I had to walk (although I was actually too drunk to do so *g* No, I'm just kidding) for there were no buses going anymore.<br> Once more I was more than lucky because after 2 minutes or so there was a really nice black cap driver who gave me a lift for free<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> That actually gives me a sort of perspective that there <u>are</u> kind people out there, I knew it<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"> (Although, in this case, it was my own fault that I missed the last bus)</p> <p>On Saturday I had a lie in but still woke up with a headache. (I've felt quite bad/ill all weekend actually). The sun was shining and it was quite warm (hot) so N. and I decided to go up to <em>Hyde Park</em> for some rollerblading and sunbathing afterwards (where we were attacked by two sausage dogs *g*).<br> In the evening I met up with Daryl in <em>Leicester Square</em> and after going for a sandwich he took me to the theatre and for a drink afterwards. My tummy wasn't right so I only had <u>one</u> <em>Bacardi Coke </em>*g*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> Later we walked up to <em>Southbank/Waterloo Bridge</em> but all the bars were closed (I am never gonna understand this country) so we got home eventually<img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Sunday was crazy.<br> I met up with Philip in <strong>Paddington</strong> where we had breakfast together and took a train up to <strong>Oxford</strong>. It was quite a fast train (via <strong>Slough</strong> etc.) so we got there in an hour.<br> <strong>Oxford</strong> is lovely, I really liked it.<br> I enjoyed the athmosphere (everything seems to be nice, small and quiet) and the architecture, the buildings, etc.<br> Very nice<img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=631427"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/427/631427_5e245449be_m.jpg" align="" alt="oxford1" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>We had a really good time, although I had a bad headache all day and although we had a bit of a row (quite a bad one actually) before we went back.<br> There was something else that happened (and something I found out that I had never expected or wanted. Danny was actually right.) and in the end I had to go home on my own just feeling sick, upset and totally distressed. My tummy/back gave me a really tough time as well and realizing what that could actually mean I suddenly felt even more horrible, sick and additional to everything that had happened before (an endless story I can't tell here and now) it was just .. a little.. too much<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>But I'm ok now.<br> Danny, Daniel and Lorraine are in <em>ETON</em> (college) today for a cricket match and Anna's gonna pop round in a minute.<br> After talking to the <em>OCADO</em> man for half an hour (ain't he got to work or what?) I'm just about to call my family as there are some things they have to know<img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/19/i_don_t_know_what_to_say~893635/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-16:/2006/06/16/worldcup_cambridge_exams_and_spiders~885784/ginadina2006-06-16T12:47:48+02:002006-06-16T12:58:48+02:00 <p>This week's been great so far and there are several reasons..<br> First of all: The heatwave gave us a break and it was nice and cool for a change. (I really needed that, especially for Wednesday)<br> I survived my "monthly week of despair" *ggg* and additional to that I kept to plan and didn't eat any chocolate<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> Daryl's recovered from his car accident and apart from a few bruises he's fine<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>On Monday I took my books after work and a train to <strong>C.London</strong> but due to a fire at <strong>Rayne's Park</strong> all trains to <strong>Waterloo</strong> were cancelled and stopped in <strong>Surbiton</strong> (great!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mad.gif" alt=">:(" class="middle" border="0">)<br> So I ended up in a park with hundreds of books and papers where I tried to study as long as possible (and before sunset *g*)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"> and without being attacked by mosquitos.<br> When I was at college on Tuesday I got a phone call from Danny that D. had been taken ill at school so I had to change my plans for the day a bit. Not feeling well at all he was vomiting a lot and I felt sorry for him. Over 102 fever, but he made an amazing recovery overnight (as usual). In the evening I took all my books and went up to London where I spent some hours at <em>Starbucks (Leicester Sq)</em> studying before I decided to have a little walk along the Thamse (to clear my mind *g*), which was really nice.</p> <p>Then there was Wednesday, the day of our final exams.<br> I met up with Marian on the train and we went down to <strong>Wimbledon</strong> together...<br> It was horrible and really, really hard (6 hours of writing, reading and answering questions about dozens of pages of text) but I think I did alright.<br> I felt absolutely knackered afterwards but also relieved in a way.<br> I've made it, it's over and it feels great.<br> The exam took place in the "<em>Sacred Heart Church" (Parish Church)</em> next to <em>Worple Road </em>(where the <em>School Of English </em>is). We only got an hour break all in all, started at 9.30AM and finished at 4.30PM.<br> Afterwards I met Anna in <strong>Kingston</strong> where we had a really good time going to the pictures and to a pub afterwards.<br> We watched footie (<em>Germany - Poland</em>) which was fun as all the other guys in the pub were English (or Polish) and they hated us *lol*<br> I don't want to repeat the names they called us (well, not particularly us but the "Germans" on the playing field *ggg*) and I think no matter who Germany plays agains, they will always support the other team *g* It's funny.<br> When Neuville scored in the last 3 minutes Anna and I couldn't help but jump around cheering. By the time we calmed down we realized we were suddenly standing alone at the table as they had all moved away from us to the other corner *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> I think we were lucky because we are women otherwise we'd have to be really, really careful here, believe me...<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>The England game on Thursday was even more interesting and Gerrard's goal was just brilliant.. such a cute guy as well *g*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> They got Rooney back but took Owen out again (he doesn't seem to be 100%) which meant not as many good looking blokes on the field as usual *g*.</p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=623694"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/694/623694_5287871556_m.jpg" align="" alt="rooneybeckham" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>After that game I met up with Daryl in <strong>Waterloo</strong> and we went to our local pub where we watched as much of the <em>Sweden</em> game as possible (which was hard because we were kind of distracted all the time)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"><br> I did see the goal, though, and.. <em>Sweden</em> won.</p> <p>I've got a spider problem.<br> I don't mind spiders as long as they are not huge and black and keep away from me.<br> In my bedroom there seems to be a nest somewhere and they are everywhere. I've already seen three huge, fat, black ones and they don't mind crawling over me while I'm sleeping which drives me absolutely mad *aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh* I hate it and I can't cope *cry* I'll have to find a way to kill them all but they're really good at hiding out and then they'd come out in the middle of the night to scare me to death<img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Because Marian is leaving we took a "Good Bye" pic the other day in the lessons at language school, I'm sure you'll spot me. And btw, Sylvia is the one next to me. The nice lady in the centre is our teacher, Maggie. She's a typical "English lady", really nice and it's thanks to her that my English has improved a lot<img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=623713"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/713/623713_02d498f32a_m.jpg" align="" alt="classcollege" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/16/worldcup_cambridge_exams_and_spiders~885784/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-12:/2006/06/12/hot_weather_chaos_and_bad_dreams~872202/ginadina2006-06-12T11:50:58+02:002006-06-12T18:01:05+02:00 <p>It is hot. And I don't mean nice hot, I mean hot hot<img src="/img/smilies/graydead.gif" alt="XX(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>On Friday there were two major accidents on the <em>M25</em> here which caused a complete chaos. I've never seen bad traffic like that in this area. Daniel's athletic match was cancelled because of that ("<em>traffic problems</em>".. in fact: the competitors didn't manage to get there in time) and it took me 2(!) hours to pick him up. Luckily we had air con and nice music in the car and I really felt pitty with those who were rosting in their cars while nothing was moving AT ALL. I reckon it is quite dangerous as well.<br> So due to that "<em>traffic problem</em>" I couldn't watch the football game (<em>Germany - Costa Rica</em>) and had to be told how it went.. 4:2 and not bad after all I suppose...<br> In the evening I popped round Sylvia's and after a nice chat with wine in their posh <del>park</del> garden we had some popcorn, cold diet coke and <em>BIG BROTHER</em> (I know, I know, it's embarassing.. and those housemates are so thick that it's sometimes more disturbing than entertaining *g* At least Sam got evicted *yeah*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0">) </p> <p>On Saturday I managed to get a train with air conditioning in <strong>Surbiton</strong> which was a fast one to <strong>Waterloo</strong> as well and I met some really handsome guys there *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> They wanted to buy me a drink and because I was busy I thought it might put them off if I told them I'm German (sometimes it works because there are loads of English guys who are blinded by "The Sun" (Newspaper) *g*) - but they weren't bothered: "<em>oh well, we're not in the final, yet, so.."</em><br> I met Sophie, Brian, Lisa and her boyfriend (from America) in <strong>Covent Garden</strong> and after making our way through the crowd of sweaty tourists *g* Brian got us some cheap tickets for a <em>West End Show</em> so we fled into a cool theatre for some hours (<em>C.London</em> can get so sticky when it's hot - unbelievable).<br> Later on we popped down the <em>HILTON Hotel </em>in <strong>Paddington</strong> (Brian and Sophie are staying there) for some football and cool drinks in their posh bar *g*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>We missed the <em>England</em> game in the afternoon (as you might know, they won 1:0 against Paraguay) because all the pubs in <strong>Central</strong> were hot, sticky, smoky and overcrowded and we prefered the theatre *ggg*</p> <p>Besides a little story:<br> I've met that polish girl (she's a student here as well) in <strong>London</strong> the other day, she's at the same college and lives just down the road.<br> Anyway, whenever I see her she makes me laugh because of the way she talks (her accent and the mistakes she makes are absolutely entertaining), she acts (I can't describe it, you have to see it) and does things. It's just fun to be with her and listen to her..<br> Last time she told us about her mom and her dog.. "<em>Well, she's very, very ill. She suffers from Epilepsy".. "Your mum?" "No, the dog</em>"<br> *shock* *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><br> I met her that day as well.. wearing an English football shirt and singing the Polish national anthem.. hello?<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Sunday was hot and sunny as well (I think the weather's gonna be like that forever)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"><br> After a night without sleep (I haven't slept well recently anyway and I'm not sure if that's because of the weather or because of the nightmares I tend to get..) I met N. in <strong>Woking</strong> where we took a train to <strong>PORTSMOUTH & SOUTHSEA/HARBOUR</strong> (New Hampshire).<br> It's absolutely lovely there and due to the seaside we got a nice view as well as a breeze, so the heat wasn't that bad after all.<br> We walked through the town centre and up to the <em>historic dockyard etc, Victoria Park, the harbour</em> and <em>gunwharf quais</em>.</p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=613310"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/310/613310_21b38302c2_m.jpg" align="" alt="portsmouth" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>I really enjoyed it and the atmosphere was fantastic<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><br> In the evening we popped down the cinema (<em>vue</em>) down there and watched "<em>THE OMEN</em>" *g*<br> I know, I go to the pictures a lot, but do I have to feel guilty for that if it's cheap? Additional to that it's not my fault, I am always forced to go and/or invited, honestly<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/12/hot_weather_chaos_and_bad_dreams~872202/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-09:/2006/06/09/sunshine_and_football~865293/ginadina2006-06-09T11:55:44+02:002006-06-09T14:48:28+02:00 <p><u>Here are some news </u>*g*:<br> Summer has started (it's been really lovely, warm (almost too warm) and sunny recently), my sunburn got much better, Sam (Big Brother) is nominated *ggg*, my baby sister's passed her A-Levels (I can't believe how time flies), Daniel's got an athletic match today (his 10th one or so *g*), I finally tidied up my room yesterday (+got rid off all my winter stuff), Daryl got knocked off his bike by a car and looks like he got beaten up (that's why we didn't go out yesterday *lol*) and today's the beginning of the <em>WORLD CUP</em><img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p><em>Germany</em>'s playing today (against <em>Costa Rica</em>) and I am quite sure they will win that game (should be a piece of cake).<br> This time I think I'll support <em>Germany</em> <u>and</u> <em>England</em> and to be honest.. I am much more informed about the English team, anyway<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> My favourite players: No 10 Michael Owen (of course) *ggg*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><img src="http://owen10-web.hp.infoseek.co.jp/Sozai/owenhero.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p>No 4 Steven Gerrard <img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><img src="http://www.espnstar.com/photo/1120532754621steven_gerrard_050705.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p>(And he's expected to be fit for England's <em>World Cup</em> opener against Paraguay tomorrow..)</p> <p>And.. last but not least.. Mr "7 - Gorgeous" David *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><img src="http://www.handbag.com/graphics/library4/davidbgetty.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p>He <u>is</u> handsome but only as long as he doesn't talk *brrrr* *g*<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>So I'm awaiting the day <em>England</em> plays against <em>Germany</em>. I'm not sure what exactly we'll do but we'll definetely be somewhere in a pub here watching that "event" (if we take a flag we shouldn't forget our NHS card *ggg*)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><img src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/i/uk/fifa/gerra.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p>PS: Oh btw: yes, I'd love to be a footballer's wife *hahaha*<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/09/sunshine_and_football~865293/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-08:/2006/06/08/exams_and_lovely_weather~862510/ginadina2006-06-08T11:41:50+02:002006-06-09T11:32:50+02:00 <p>It's over<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I took the first part of my <em>Cambridge A exam</em> yesterday in <strong>Wimbledon</strong> and I neither fainted nor died of a panic attack *ggg* I actually did quite well and I am satisfied with how it all went.<br> I got there 1 1/2 hours before the exam started and popped down "<em>Center Court</em>" (Shopping Centre) right next to the station in order to get a bit of distraction. So after spending ages in <em>H&M</em>s and <em>New Look</em>'s changing rooms I grapped some milk and bananas (food for my nerves) from <em>M&S</em> and walked down the centre where the exam was to take place (a 5 mins walk from <strong>Wimbledon</strong> <em>Station</em>).<br> It was a really nice and warm (almost too hot) day and so I tried to stay as calm and relaxed as possible ignoring those "oh-my-gosh-I'm-gonna-die-I'm-gonna-jump-out-of-the-window-in-a-minute"-fellow students *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><br> The first part ("Listening") lasted about an hour and we were sitting in a kind of classroom (under the roof = awfully hot and sticky) listening to conversations/radio interviews and dialogues on a tape while working on 4 parts/around 6-8 pages of questions (multiple choice, filling in gaps, texts etc.).<br> It was okay and I understood the people talking on the tape 100%. My only problem was the amount of text/questions/possibilities and the time but I did alright I <del>hope</del> think.<br> After a short break I got a partner (Melinda) for our "Speaking" (oral) exam where we were supposed to talk/answer questions/discuss pictures/photographs in front of two examiners.<br> Melinda was so nervous and had changed her "Evian" water in the bottle for 50% Wodka ("because otherwise I'll be too nervous to say anything") which worried me a bit *g* Additional to that she made me nervous as well (although I tried not get influenced and stay calm).<br> We had to talk about ourselves, answer personal questions and got pictures where we had to discuss (e.g.) people in the pictures and their relationship to the sea (e.g.) in every pic as well as different kind of racings, entertainment shows and holidays regarding the importance of each object and mentioning the intention/reason.<br> She gave us topics to discuss like "<em>How does living on an island change the character of a person and how does it differ to other forms of living (in a big city bladibla)" </em>or "<em>Why does become "cruising" (holiday on the sea) more and more popular and what kind of people do you think prefer such a form of holiday</em>"<br> Really stupid and unimportant issues but I tried my best and just talked, talked and talked until I heard an "<em>alright, thank you</em>". Melinda did fairly well, too, I suppose, although she kept on interrupting me due to her nervousness<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>After that I met up with Anna in <strong>Kingston</strong> and we had a nice night out.<br> <em>Orange Wednesday</em> (= student discount + 2for1 as usual) so we popped down the pictures (<em>Odeon</em>) and watched "<em>POSEIDON</em>"<br> You could also call that film "Titanic 2006". All in all it was alright and fairly entertaining but if you look closer you find neither a proper story line nor anything realistic about that movie. I think it was a remake, anyway, and I am not sure if the original one is any good, either. The director was Wolfgang Peterson but that didn't change much to be honest.</p> <p class="center"><img src="http://images.google.co.uk/url?q=http://www.cinemovies.fr/images/data/films/Pfilm88612093988737.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/08/exams_and_lovely_weather~862510/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-05:/2006/06/05/fear~856070/ginadina2006-06-05T20:30:35+02:002006-06-05T20:38:27+02:00 <p>Sunday was pretty cool. Once more the weather was just fab and Maritta and I spent all day walking/driving/hanging around (in) <strong>C.London</strong>.<br> We took the 168 bus up to <strong>Hampstead Heath </strong>(absolutely lovely there), had some ("<em>Marks & Spencer's</em>"-)picnic in the parc, a good chat (some gossiping and complaining about work as well of course) and met some really nice blokes who were quite amused by the look of Maritta kneeing down in front of me (in order to fix my bl** trousers *g*).<br> We went to <strong>Camden Town</strong> on the way back and whenever I go there I can't help but think "madness" (or better "who the f** is ever gonna wear that stuff) but I love it<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br> Later on we took the 88 bus (why the hell do I tell you about the buses we took all the time?) back to <strong>Piccadilly Circus</strong> which took us ages (obviously, given that it was a lovely, sunny Sunday afternoon).<br> We walked up to "<strong>Strand/Charing Cross</strong>" where we popped down "<em>Pizza Hut</em>" just in order to bore the staff members there by ordering 2 small bowls of salad (buy one get one half price) and 2 tab waters *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"><br> *yummy*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"><br> Walking back over <em>Waterloo Bridge </em>we met that "model-beggar" again - he's just amazing. He'd tell you "<em>you've got beautiful eyes</em>" or "<em>you've got an amazing smile, gorgeous</em>" and additional to that he looks fairly handsome himself (given that he's a drunk guy living rough) - it makes me really sad to watch him as you can see all the potential that was wasted a long time ago, forgotten and given in.<br> Some beggars in the streets of London tend to annoy me as they are everywhere and they'd tell you really bad and stupid stories just to get some quid. (The best one I've heard are "<em>I need my Insuline</em>" or "<em>My daughter's been rushed to hospital, please can you give me the fare</em> (at 1AM at night)"<br> Some of them are dirty, neglected, drunk and on drugs and don't you dare give them a chocolate bar instead of a pound for the other day I was standing at the cash desk in <em>Sainsbury's</em> when one of them came in with some stuff he'd just got from a lovely, old lady... "<em>Can I change that, can I change that, please</em>".. desperate to get some alcohol instead<img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"><br> Most of them are like that, but not all of them and sometimes I'd really like to hear their story ...</p> <p>Today I took my bike after work and popped down <em>Hampton Court Bridge/Themse</em> where I couldn't resist and decided to go sunbathing *ggg* for a while.<br> The result:<br> The bl** sun caught me and I'm totally burned!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p class="center"><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=598086"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/086/598086_fc5132b36b_s.jpg" align="" alt="sonnenbrand" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a></p> <p>Two days more *argh* and I'll have to take the first part of the <em>CAE</em> exam in <strong>Wimbledon</strong>...<br> I'll probably die of a panic attack before I get a chance to answer any question and end up hyperventilating in front of the examiner *ggg*<br> Usually I'm quite calm and relaxed (it's not easy to wind me up *g*) but this one I have to pass (I also paid 130 quid, so.. *g*) as I need the bl** certificate<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/05/fear~856070/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-06-04:/2006/06/04/sunshine_and_terrorism~852726/ginadina2006-06-04T11:10:43+02:002006-06-04T11:29:25+02:00 <p>Gosh, I've been really lazy recently.. And I don't just mean this blog *g*<img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"><br> I do apologize but the weather was too nice and I was quite busy getting tanned (while lying in the sun) and doing nothing. Again: I'm just kidding.</p> <p>It was half term and on Thursday Anna popped round after work. We then decided to have tea at Olla's (she lives in <strong>Esher</strong>) where we also had to look after a 3-year-old (Jonathan) who became our "object of science". There's nothing I find more fascinating than kids who are raised "bi-lingual". His parents are both German and that's the only language he hears at home. His Au Pair is Polish but she only speaks English with him. He goes to nursery where all the other kids etc. are English. Additional to that he's 3 1/2 years old and came to <strong>London</strong> when he was only 10 months old... So what he does is.. he speaks English.<br> He does understand German perfectly well (obviously) but he'd refuse to talk to you in German.<br> So what we did (while playing "<em>Mensch Aerger Dich Nicht</em>" *g*), we (Lotte and I) kept on talking to him in German.. He wasn't even confused. We asked him (e.g.) what colour he would like (in German) and he answered "blue" (in English). Next time we asked him again (in German) "<em>How many marbles are there</em>?" and he answered in English: four!<br> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_question.gif" alt=":?:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_surprised.gif" alt=":o" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>So we had a good day and went to the "<em>Chinese State Circus</em>" (at <strong>Hampton Green</strong>) in the evening, which was nice.<br> Really impressing and highly entertaining<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Friday was a bit boring as I had to work all day and after cycling up to <strong>Kingston </strong>with Daniel I went out in the evening (as usual).<br> I met up with some mates in <strong>Surbiton</strong> where we had a nice night out without getting "Drunk And Incapable" *LOL*<img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Saturday was a real sommer day with a deep blue sky, 25 degrees and sunny all day.<br> I met up with N. in <strong>Waterloo</strong> from where we went down to <strong>Bromley/Beckenham Junction</strong> and popped down <em>Sainsbury's</em> in order <del>to see some drunk homeless guys shouting at each other and threatening to kill themselves *scary*</del> to grap some food and then we popped down the <em>Odeon</em> there.</p> <p>We watched "<em>UNITED 93</em>"<br> It is a critical docudrama (written and directed by Paul Greengrass) that chronicles events aboard United Airlines Flight 93, which was hijacked during the <em>September 11, 2001 </em>attacks.<br> I was shocked.<br> The film attempts to recount with as much veracity as possible, in real time, what has come to be known in the United States as an iconic moment of heroism.<br> The film was made with the full cooperation of all the families of those onboard.<br> I have to say I dared think I'd seen it all, heard it all, the stories and documentaries about 9/11 but this one once more managed to terrify me completely and in the end I couldn't stop crying...<br> One of the facts that shocked me most was that people on that plane knew exactly what was going on as they had been notified by their families. The plane was delayed so they managed to hear the news about two other airplanes crashing into the World Trade Centre. They knew they were meant to be a suicide bomb. They knew they were going to fly into some building as well.. so they knew they had nothing to lose when some of them decided to attack their attackers. And I think it's thanks to them that that plane did not crash into the White House which makes it even more tragical..</p> <p class="center"><img src="http://www.wfaa.com/sharedcontent/dws/img/04-06/0427united93.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p class="center"><img src="http://image.ohmynews.com/down/images/1/todd_288013_1%5B450639%5D.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p class="center"><img src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/promoimages/movies/f/flight_93/think_article/281x211.jpg" alt="" title=""></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/06/04/sunshine_and_terrorism~852726/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-05-31:/2006/05/31/bad_luck~842978/ginadina2006-05-31T11:36:02+02:002006-05-31T11:38:23+02:00 <p>The weekend was good as usual, although the weather wasn't that perfect.<br> On Saturday it was raining all the time and I got home quite early, because I had to talk to Danny about that.. well.. incident on Thursday *cough*<br> They also had to pay my taxi bill which made me feel even worse about it *brrr*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"><br> Anyway, Anna popped round for a nice DVD evening and some "psychological talks" *g* and on Sunday I had a really nice night out with Daryl again.<br> We popped down the cinema in <strong>Surrey Quais </strong>in the afternoon, but there was nothing really on so we decided to go up to <strong>Central</strong> for some drinks..<br> We forgot about the <em>Bankholiday weekend </em>so it was fairly busy and after a few bars, <em>Walkabout</em> and Co. we just stayed at a nice and small pub next to <strong>Piccadilly Circus</strong>.</p> <p>Sometimes it is just weird.<br> In the beginning I got never bored in <strong>London</strong>, there is always something to do, to see or to experience, but meanwhile I get moments where I meet up with my mates there and we can't make up our minds. I can't believe it, how did I ever exist in a town like "<em>Meerbusch</em>" or a city like "<em>Duesseldorf</em>"? Un-f**-believable I'd say *lol*<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><br> Boooooooooring<img src="/img/smilies/graysleep.gif" alt=":zz:" class="middle" border="0"><br> And I hate nothing more than being bored!</p> <p>D. and L. are coming back from the <strong>Isle of Wight</strong> today and I am actually supposed to be in <strong>ETON </strong>(<em>College</em>) in <strong>Windsor</strong> today meeting the <em>Queen</em> or <em>Prince William</em> *brrrrrrrr* (At least there's been word on the street that one of the Royal Family might attend).<br> The kids of my friend's house family go to <strong>ETON</strong> (posh!) (as their father did, and their grandfather etc.) and there is a celebration today (<em>Fourth Of June</em>/ Picnic) where I(!) was invited as well.<br> But unfortunately Miranda has been taken ill and so Maritta is doomed to stay with her *grrrrr* which is <u>REALLY REALLY</u> mean because that means I can't go either.<br> The chance of my life and once more: screwed up *g*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Anyway, at least I got some V.I.P. tickets from L. for the <em>Chinese State Circus </em>in <strong>Hampton</strong> on Thursday<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/05/31/bad_luck~842978/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:ginasworld.blog.co.uk,2006-05-28:/2006/05/28/how_embarrassing~835481/ginadina2006-05-28T16:11:21+02:002006-05-31T11:40:24+02:00 <p>It's Sunday now and my week didn't go as it was supposed to, everything went completely wrong and I actually got the impression that everything I think, do or say at the moment is not right, either.<br> Let's put it like that: I have <u>not</u> been particularly lucky recently.</p> <p>On Wednesday Anna and I went up to <strong>Kingston</strong> where we popped down the cinema and didn't know which film to watch (as we had been to the pictures far too often and seen everything we wanted *g*).<br> We made a huge mistake and got tickets for <em>MISSION IMPOSSIBLE III.</em><br> It's been in the cinemas here for quite a while and so it wasn't busy at all (despite <em>Orange Wednesday 2for1</em>) but after 20 minutes we got so fed up that we actually left the screen *lol*<br> I <u>love</u> <em>Tom Cruise </em>but I hate that kind of action-shooting-exploding-special-effects-stuff, it drives me crazy and at the same time really bores me *brrrr*<br> Staff members of the <em>Odeon</em> got a bit suspicious of us because we were running around checking all the screens for a better film but there wasn't any so we got to see "<em>ONCE IN A LIFETIME</em>" - the most boring documentary I'd ever seen.. about football!! Brrrr....<br> The only interesting thing was Franz Beckenbauer speaking English - gosh what a horrible Bavarian(-German) accent *ggg*<img src="/img/smilies/grayrazz.gif" alt=":b" class="middle" border="0"><br> Besides we were the only ones in that screen so that was fun *g*</p> <p>On Thursday I went to College after work and met up with Daryl in the evening.<br> We went for a drink in SE1 (<strong>Waterloo</strong>) and I don't know why but for some reason I couldn't tolerate all the alcohol that night.<br> Footie was on which made it fairly busy but nevertheless, we had a really good time .. until.. until I missed my last train, took another one to <strong>Twickenham</strong> (South-West-London) and .. I can't remember how I got home but someone must have put me into a taxi (how embarrassing). That lady (some architect from EC (London)*g*) gave me her business card and visited D. and L. on Saturday (how considerate).<br> That really shocked them (and me!) I guess and I feel quite guilty and bad about it but nonetheless: although one could think my drink had been spiked or something like that I am quite possitive about the fact that it was just a bad combination of "nothing to eat + feeling unwell + stress + too much to drink" - at least I hope so *brrrr*<img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"><br> The only thing I remember is the cap driver being really worried that I could be sick in his taxi *ggg*<br> "<em>Gosh, open the window</em>"<br> But I didn't have to be sick (I didn't even feel particularly sick, just very, very dizzy, drowsy and far, far away *grrr*)..<br> Anyway: that really taught me a lesson<img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Following those events I had a really quiet day on Friday and after work I popped down Lotte's for a night with Vanilla tea and <em>BIG BROTHER</em> *g*</p> <p>On Saturday I visited N. up in <strong>Colchester (Essex)</strong> and Anna in the evening - nothing special and a really rainy day<img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ginasworld.blog.co.uk/2006/05/28/how_embarrassing~835481/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>