Starting the 1st of May, I'm going to start the 30 day song challenge. Each day for 30 days I will post a youtube video link for each of the songs for each of the descriptions below.
If you want to play along the rules are simple, pick a song according to the description below and explain why you picked it. You can post your replies as comments or you can make your own blog post if you have a blog and link the URL in the comments.
Here are the 30 descriptions, I will make each into a hyperlink as the days are posted:
Day 01 - your favourite song
Day 02 - your least favourite song
Day 03 - a song that makes you happy
Day 04 - a song that makes you sad
Day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
Day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
Day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 08 - a song that you know all the words to
Day 09 - a song that you can dance to
Day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - a song from your favourite band
Day 12 - a song from a band you hate
Day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 - a song that describes you
Day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 - a song from your favourite album
Day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry
Day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy
Day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 - a song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - a song that you wish you could play
Day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 - a song from your childhood
Day 30 - your favourite song at this time last year
Good luck to both of us :)
Sláinte (Good Health)
In a nostalgic mood today, and actually feeling a lot happier than I have been the last few weeks. Hopefully it will last a little longer. Also feeling very Irish, today, ironically inspired by the pending wedding of Kate and Wills, one of the most British events to take place in my lifetime. Weddings in my childhood were one of the happiest events, surrounded by people there just to have fun and party.
This is an oldie,to me it screams 'Wedding' as its quite dance, folk-like and very reminiscent of my childhood during those happy times. It's a far cry from the not so pleasant memories but you have to focus on the positives in life or you'll die inside long before you die outside.
This is an oldie,to me it screams 'Wedding' as its quite dance, folk-like and very reminiscent of my childhood during those happy times. It's a far cry from the not so pleasant memories but you have to focus on the positives in life or you'll die inside long before you die outside.
How exciting is your life?
Is your life exciting? Before you answer there's a few things we should take into account firstly we have to define exciting and secondly we have to define what exactly your life is - not in the philosophical sense but if you are that way inclined this post might still be interesting and thought provoking.
In a few weeks I will turn 23 and a few things have to be taken into account. Mainly to do with numbers. Firstly, on average you sleep 8 hours a day. In a 24 hour period this amounts to 1/3 of your time. I personally would sleep closer to 12 as my sleep patterns are quite irregular [cover the reasons for that in another post, it's medical related]. So I spend around 1/2 my time sleeping. So at 23 years old I will have slept 11.5 years of my life. That leaves me with 11.5 years left so far.
I went to school from the age of 5 up until age 18 [Primary, High School, College] and then to University until 21. At 9am to 3pm for 16 years, given that 200 days of the year are school days, at 6 hours a day in school plus 1 hour travel time either side makes 8 hours a day in school, makes 1,066 full 24 hour days spent in schools. That's a little under 3 years [2.92] but we'll round up for simplicity. So my 11.5 reduces to 8.5 years.
My earliest memory is at 3 years of age when my brother started school. Given that we have already said I spend 1/2 my time sleeping, since I wouldn't count the time before 3 years old as I can't remember it then we can take those years out. 1.5 are already accounted for with sleep so we can write off the other 1.5 and this saves us working out baby sleep etc as different. So we are left with 7 years of living achieved.
It's quite depressing to think that I have only lived 7 years of my life so far. The furthest I have been outside the UK is to Paris. Inside the UK I have been around Ireland and I have lived in London for 3 years. I don't know if I have ever been in Love but I have felt like it a few times. I have been heartbroken. I have been used. I have been taken advantage of and I have been loved. I have met people I can call friends, and I have met people I never want to see again. I have been in debt. I have been in full time employment for a year.
When I worked for that year I worked on average between 20 and 40 hours a week. Which averages out about 90 full 24 hour days. On planes and in Airports alone I have spent 4 whole days. On trains and in cars I have spent much more than that. Taking into account those 94 days and the amount of time estimated travelling around I'd say I have spent at least a year total of my life traveling. We are down to 6 now.
Thanks to some Googling I have also worked out that I have spent around 2 years eating, drinking and using the bathroom including getting washed. So my life has really only been 4 years of actual life so far.
Still in 4 years I have achieved what I said above and also my High School Diploma, College Diploma and a Degree. So have those 4 years been exciting? For the most part I'd say yes. It gives me enough to write a blog about so that's got to be something. As for my future I do not know what it will hold but I need to achieve something more than what I have.
In a few weeks I will turn 23 and a few things have to be taken into account. Mainly to do with numbers. Firstly, on average you sleep 8 hours a day. In a 24 hour period this amounts to 1/3 of your time. I personally would sleep closer to 12 as my sleep patterns are quite irregular [cover the reasons for that in another post, it's medical related]. So I spend around 1/2 my time sleeping. So at 23 years old I will have slept 11.5 years of my life. That leaves me with 11.5 years left so far.
I went to school from the age of 5 up until age 18 [Primary, High School, College] and then to University until 21. At 9am to 3pm for 16 years, given that 200 days of the year are school days, at 6 hours a day in school plus 1 hour travel time either side makes 8 hours a day in school, makes 1,066 full 24 hour days spent in schools. That's a little under 3 years [2.92] but we'll round up for simplicity. So my 11.5 reduces to 8.5 years.
My earliest memory is at 3 years of age when my brother started school. Given that we have already said I spend 1/2 my time sleeping, since I wouldn't count the time before 3 years old as I can't remember it then we can take those years out. 1.5 are already accounted for with sleep so we can write off the other 1.5 and this saves us working out baby sleep etc as different. So we are left with 7 years of living achieved.
It's quite depressing to think that I have only lived 7 years of my life so far. The furthest I have been outside the UK is to Paris. Inside the UK I have been around Ireland and I have lived in London for 3 years. I don't know if I have ever been in Love but I have felt like it a few times. I have been heartbroken. I have been used. I have been taken advantage of and I have been loved. I have met people I can call friends, and I have met people I never want to see again. I have been in debt. I have been in full time employment for a year.
When I worked for that year I worked on average between 20 and 40 hours a week. Which averages out about 90 full 24 hour days. On planes and in Airports alone I have spent 4 whole days. On trains and in cars I have spent much more than that. Taking into account those 94 days and the amount of time estimated travelling around I'd say I have spent at least a year total of my life traveling. We are down to 6 now.
Thanks to some Googling I have also worked out that I have spent around 2 years eating, drinking and using the bathroom including getting washed. So my life has really only been 4 years of actual life so far.
Still in 4 years I have achieved what I said above and also my High School Diploma, College Diploma and a Degree. So have those 4 years been exciting? For the most part I'd say yes. It gives me enough to write a blog about so that's got to be something. As for my future I do not know what it will hold but I need to achieve something more than what I have.
Goldilocks and the 3 Bears in Reality
Once upon a time there was a family of Bears who lived deep within a forest. One day the three bears made Porridge for breakfast. Before eating breakfast the three bears decided to go for a walk and so they left their breakfast at home and left for a walk. A young woman named Goldilocks happened upon the Bears' house. She went up to the door and knocked but no-one answered. She waited then tried the door, but it was locked. Goldilocks being a determined young thing and also knowing the Bears were quite well off decided she would not give up so easily. She went round to the back of the house where she found the workshop of Papa Bear. Inside she found a crowbar which she saw and thought "mm this is just right."
Goldilocks approached the house and silently jammed the crowbar into the door frame, she broke the door open and found herself in the kitchen. She immediately set about putting all the valuables in a bag which she had been carrying. Once full of Mama Bear's jewelery she had a look around. She found a set of keys for the car that sat in the driveway and immediately plotted her getaway. She would steal the car and flog it on the black market, she knew a man who owed her a favour. Just then she noticed three bowls of porridge on the table and thought she had not ate that day so she would have a snack. She tried the first bowl but it was too hot. Then she tried the second but it was too cold. Finally she tried the third it was just right so she ate it all. Thinking the bowls looked nice she scraped them clean and threw them in her bag.
After looking around some more she found a bedroom with three beds. She hopped on the first and thought it was too hard. She hopped on the second and thought it was too soft. She finally hopped on the third and thought it was just right. After sitting there a while a thought occurred to her. Her friend Gingerbeard had been complaining that life was too boring for him. She called Gingerbeard on her phone and told him to come over. When he arrived she dragged him upstairs where the two immediately set about having rampant sex in the third bed.
A few moments later and the three Bears arrived home again. They entered through the front door and approached the kitchen where they saw the back door had been broken down. Papa Bear looked at the table, "Some-one's stolen my porridge" he said "Some-one's stolen my porridge too" said Mama Bear. "Some-one's stolen my porridge too" said the little bear. Papa Bear sniffed he let out a whisper "I can smell someone upstairs" and so the three Bears crept upstairs and entered the bedroom, there they found Goldilocks and Gingerbeard in the heat of passion. The Bears entered and blocked the doorway. Goldilocks jumped so did Gingerbeard. Gingerbeard dived for the crowbar and swung it for Papa Bear who grabbed the bar and threw it across the room. Papa Bear grabbed Gingerbeard and roared before snapping his neck and killing him instantly.
Goldilocks was frightened out of her wits as Mama Bear grabbed her and trailed her across the room and down into the kitchen. Mama Bear tied Goldilocks up and slapped her across her face with her paws until she fell unconscious. Baby Bear found the bag full of their belongings and brought it down to the kitchen to show Mama Bear. Papa Bear dragged Gingerbeard's Lifeless corpse out into the yard where he went to get the hatchet. That night the three Bears feasted on Gingerbeard Soup. Goldilocks was never heard of again. No-one knows what ever happened to her.
Well they were three Bears what did you expect?
Goldilocks approached the house and silently jammed the crowbar into the door frame, she broke the door open and found herself in the kitchen. She immediately set about putting all the valuables in a bag which she had been carrying. Once full of Mama Bear's jewelery she had a look around. She found a set of keys for the car that sat in the driveway and immediately plotted her getaway. She would steal the car and flog it on the black market, she knew a man who owed her a favour. Just then she noticed three bowls of porridge on the table and thought she had not ate that day so she would have a snack. She tried the first bowl but it was too hot. Then she tried the second but it was too cold. Finally she tried the third it was just right so she ate it all. Thinking the bowls looked nice she scraped them clean and threw them in her bag.
After looking around some more she found a bedroom with three beds. She hopped on the first and thought it was too hard. She hopped on the second and thought it was too soft. She finally hopped on the third and thought it was just right. After sitting there a while a thought occurred to her. Her friend Gingerbeard had been complaining that life was too boring for him. She called Gingerbeard on her phone and told him to come over. When he arrived she dragged him upstairs where the two immediately set about having rampant sex in the third bed.
A few moments later and the three Bears arrived home again. They entered through the front door and approached the kitchen where they saw the back door had been broken down. Papa Bear looked at the table, "Some-one's stolen my porridge" he said "Some-one's stolen my porridge too" said Mama Bear. "Some-one's stolen my porridge too" said the little bear. Papa Bear sniffed he let out a whisper "I can smell someone upstairs" and so the three Bears crept upstairs and entered the bedroom, there they found Goldilocks and Gingerbeard in the heat of passion. The Bears entered and blocked the doorway. Goldilocks jumped so did Gingerbeard. Gingerbeard dived for the crowbar and swung it for Papa Bear who grabbed the bar and threw it across the room. Papa Bear grabbed Gingerbeard and roared before snapping his neck and killing him instantly.
Goldilocks was frightened out of her wits as Mama Bear grabbed her and trailed her across the room and down into the kitchen. Mama Bear tied Goldilocks up and slapped her across her face with her paws until she fell unconscious. Baby Bear found the bag full of their belongings and brought it down to the kitchen to show Mama Bear. Papa Bear dragged Gingerbeard's Lifeless corpse out into the yard where he went to get the hatchet. That night the three Bears feasted on Gingerbeard Soup. Goldilocks was never heard of again. No-one knows what ever happened to her.
Well they were three Bears what did you expect?
A Lesson in Life
There are many things we learn in life, not everything we learn is true and not everything we learn is right or aimed at making our lives richer or fuller. We learn things that make us sad we learn things that horrify us we learn things that make us question our lives. This all comes together as life experience, both good and bad it all amounts to the person, the people we are. Our race, the Human race not the subdivisions and segregation of colour and country but our species as a collective is flawed.
We are not perfect, we were never meant to be, we were built to learn and we have an incredible capacity for curiosity that is both our greatest strength and our ultimate weakness. Nowhere else in our behaviour is this more clear than within our social interactions. We are compelled to look into other peoples' lives, everyone does it and it is nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty about. Indeed the people who are the subject of this interest should simply be grateful that people seem to think them worthy of merit and interest.
This blog is a window into my life. It will contain many things, some random some connected. Read if you like, follow if you will and comment if you have something to say no matter how silly you might think it sounds.
We are not perfect, we were never meant to be, we were built to learn and we have an incredible capacity for curiosity that is both our greatest strength and our ultimate weakness. Nowhere else in our behaviour is this more clear than within our social interactions. We are compelled to look into other peoples' lives, everyone does it and it is nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty about. Indeed the people who are the subject of this interest should simply be grateful that people seem to think them worthy of merit and interest.
This blog is a window into my life. It will contain many things, some random some connected. Read if you like, follow if you will and comment if you have something to say no matter how silly you might think it sounds.
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