I wanted to write a blog to vent my feelings, although I have a good network of friends and family, I have never liked talking about my feelings, which people keep telling me is unhealthy, so I’m writing them down. Another reason for me to write this is because I’m a student studying Nutrition in university, although I’m only in first year, I would like to think that I could be of some use for people out there. I’m also a fashion fiend, and I do everything to music…so basically I hope I can be of entertainment for you!
Well, I'm Maya, I study Nutrition in university in
I'm 21 and I've never really worked a day in my life (shame I know), apart from being an Events Manager (in secret from friends as they would be demanding freebies and what not) in my last university for two years (I had to transfer university because of this...oops), but that was fun, didn't feel like working, just had to organise a couple of coaches, and convince my friends to come to events, however the money in it wasn't that good, some days we could make around £100 out of it, but some days we would just about break even. And my dad hated it, when we went to the temple people, mainly rough looking guys (who scare my timid dad) would ask me to sort out tickets...Appa's comic shock horror face came into use frequently for those two years. I used to study phamacy, live with four 3 friends and 1 very annoying copycat b***h...who blamed me for her going insane and running out of houseparties even if I never spoke to her...ohhh that might be it...ooops! Anyhooo...Now I live weekdays with my aunty and uncle, my 2 cousins, and my uncles in-laws as my new uni's closer to them. I love it, but obviously the job is out of the window, but seeing as I don't pay rent I'm alright. I love living with the fam 24/7 and all, but this means nightlife's gone outta the window...if you get what I mean...
My Appa (the Pop) and Amma are very inspirational people, they came to England with £50 in their pocket and a small suitcase (which fits less than what my oversized handbag could...I use past tense because my sister decided it would be a good idea to take it to Glastonbury Festival, sad times). They came with the comfort with the word of my grandpa's elder brother, who chucked my dad out and made my mom sleep on the floor on the first night...luckily one of the 4 friends my dad has was able to house him in his Very small student dorm. My parents came through all these difficulties as my dad was called to work in veterinary research in a university, this didn’t pay well, so my mom used her amazing social skills to get a job as a cleaner for a house, but her mean uncle made her leave as well, so the parents rented a small box room near the university and my vegetarian dad worked in Wimpys part-time, and my mom worked in a factory in London, and did extra cleaning for an extra £5 a week! My mom was 21 at the time...WOW... Anyway, they over came all of this, and have done very well... I have a younger sister and brother as well, who are skilled in annoying the brown out of me, but who I am forced to love. My sister acts older than me, and tries to advise me, most of what she's saying comes from something she's read, so when she speaks it’s basically a load of bulshhhhhh… and my brother who’s a generally chilled kid is like a time bomb, if he's in a bad mood he will boil the house down...only our family's seen it happen. Family rules state no ones allowed to swear ever, apart from my sister because she’s studying law….WHERE do these rules come from parents? Anyway seeing as this is a blog, forgive me parents, but I will, but at the end of the day I can still say I’m 21 years old and I’ve never said a swear word!
PS I've jut got to say I love you
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