God, can't believe another year's officially over, not that I'm too sorry about that.
Now, let's be honest, we all agree 2015 hasn't been exactly the best we've ever had, right?
Not the worst, of course - I doubt anything would ever beat my middle school years, a real nightmare - but with the new War, Donald Trump running for President in the US - I mean, seriously guys?!- and Miley Cyrus hosting the VMAs, we can't really regret it.
I don't, at least.
In spite of being a year of many academic accomplishments, it has been, for me, a year full of unluckily events - some of which are quite funny if seen in retrospect, I admit - especially its last months :
1) Got bitten to (psychological) death by the fleas which infested the flat we'd rented for our 12 days long Workshop in Istanbul - beautiful city though;
2) Lost my 14 years old cat, whom I miss everyday more;
3) Haven't had a proper day off in the whole year;
4) Spent Christmas with Influenza and couldn't go back to my hometown;
5) Haven't met Prince Charming yet - though I'm sure he'll come around this year;
6) Met P.I.A, instead;
7) Turned my brand new beautiful WHITE shirt pink.
But then , I've been gifted with a new amazingly funny and 10 times more unlucky flatmate, friends and family - not too many- who love me, my sweet Ron and opportunities you don't often get, so I don't suppose I should be here complaining.
Although...
Karma, if you do exist and don't happen to hate me, keep these, let's call them suggestions for the New Year, in mind please, wouldn't you ?
Like, for example, it wouldn't be bad to actually be free during those so called holidays for a change, or also - I know this may come as a shock, but please try to keep your mind open about this - there's no written rule which says I'm to meet only weirdos and creeps or complete prats, not that I'm aware of at least. Not that I need a man to be happy, of course.
Yet, a man like Mr Darcy - either Elisabeth Bennet's or Bridget Jones' - wouldn't hurt at all.
It's all up to you, though.
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