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My LDR story – Part III

Click here for part 1  and here for part 2! Two weeks of school have gone by and nothing has happened. We saw each other for hours every day and still he hardly looked at me, let alone exchanged a hi or something with me while I was the obsessive girl, waiting for something, anything. Four months till my departure, four months since our failed conversation. Time was running. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer or I’d go home with nothing. Since...

My LDR story – Part II

Click here for part 1! So there I was, ahead of me the vast summer vacations. He wasn’t a guy who went to parties (just like me back then). The fact that he didn’t go to parties like everyone else made him more special, but because of that, I didn’t have any means to communicate with him. Wait – no means? That’s not quite right. There was one place I knew I could meet him. The gym. So here you have a girl...

The stranger within me

Sometimes I stare at pictures of myself for a long time. No, not to gloat over my sight.I stare at those pictures because I don’t feel connected to the person I see. Instead, I feel like looking at a girl I don’t know. The two photos in this post are great examples. I’m always smiling and don’t use make up regularly. Seeing myself with make up on and this facial expression is strange (and I’m sure that everyone who knows me agrees...

My LDR story – Part I

August 2011 My second week of school in Uruguay. One evening we went to the school’s observatory to look through the telescope at the stars and planets. Yes, I had astronomy classes – actually pretty awesome, but unfortunately my Spanish sucked back then so I understood nada. Students of my class and the parallel class stood crammed around the telescope in the dark room. I couldn’t understand what the teacher was talking about. Some classmates bothered to explain the most necessary details to me but they...

A Life Lesson I Learned From Changing My Hair Colour

It’s common knowledge that it’s impossible to please everyone. Nonetheless we try to do so day in, day out and are left frustrated when it doesn’t work out. For years I thought that colourful hair was pretty cool but I never had the courage to have it myself. Partly because it involves bleaching my hair, partly because I didn’t want to stand out from the crowd . This year, I was away from my usual environment, rather isolated in Germany, and had...