Fox Rosehill Gardens

There are around four gardens/parks in Falmouth, but my favourite (so far) is Fox Rosehill Gardens. The garden is huge, there are lots of different paths, and the nature is so beautiful! Palm trees, bamboos, random plants,  blossoming bushes and trees - you can spend the whole day just wandering around the place feeling like in a forest while hearing the chirping of birds.

I never knew I'm so fond of nature and especially palm trees...

Chirp chirp!
Fuzz. xxxx

The Place I'm Staying In Falmouth

This little and sweet hotel is called Eden Lodge, it's near Falmouth Town Train station as well. Here are some photos of the place I'm staying at.
I got the key with 'Mr Messy' on it. It is really funny, because I am a bit messy.. The other photos are both from my room and the dining room.  I do love those random pictures all over the walls and those little random china sculptures. Just like in antique shop.

In photo number three I'm in my room watching Top Gear (don't get me wrong,  the bottle in the background is actually Ribena)

The rest of the photos are from the dining room (except the one where I'm holding the key).

GUESS WHAT?

I'm in Cornwall! In Falmouth, to be precise. On 7 February, I had my very first flight by plane, the very first journey by train, and lastly, the journey to the UK. I have managed to arrive only at 11 pm, so I was extremely tired. Yesterday (8 Feb), I had an interview at the Falmouth University. The interview day lasted for seven and a half hours, starting from 9:30 am. The whole event consisted of demo lectures, student performances, and, of course, the interviews which lasted for thirty minutes. I was asked about the songs I've sent, my musical interests, and many more. I do hope I'll be accepted. I'll know the results on Monday or Tuesday, so now I have to wait. In the beginning of my journey and the interview day, I was so scared, but people here are so nice and friendly! So, it's the day number two at Falmouth town. There are so many things to do. For instance, I spent about eight hours just walking around the town, around the seaside, cliffs, piers, and green parks with blossoming trees and bushes. It's so unreal, I mean, today, when I was randomly walking around, I still wasn't able to believe that I'm actually in the UK. I love waking up by the sound of squawking seagulls and enjoying my life here. So, I'll post something more later. Here are some random photos I took while wandering around the town.
Cheers! Fuzz.x

Want a cup of Coffeetea?

I've always had this weird idea about mixing two of my favourite hot drinks – coffee and tea, and then making a whole new drink. I've called it Coffeetea [kɔ:'fiti:]. It's a four-month-old inside joke I made up when I was in my silly mood as I joked about starting my own business and making this drink. I use it when someone (or maybe I) offers a drink and I don't know and don't really care what to drink - coffee or tea. 

So, I end up saying 'I'd rather have a cup of coffeetea'. As a result, the person has to decide for me (I know, I'm indecisive evil creature).

I know it's silly, but I think I'll go for it and try a mix of my favourite espresso and black tea, because it's stupid to joke about something you don't actually know. So, I'll report what it's like as soon as I try it.

Wish me luck!x

Simona

In My Dreams I'm There

I accidentally found this four-year-old song in the old archives of my mp3 player, it kept playing in my head and brought all the memories back, and, inevitably, I started philosophizing.


'I always hoped that I'd learn how to fly
In my dreams I'm there'


So many things have happened in my little life and I'm so busy that I've almost left behind everything related to my school and my routine filled life. I'll return to this reality later when I'll be able, or when I'll want to. I know It'll take a lot of time and even more effort to find some courage in myself to do so. Of course, my life hasn't been the easiest these weeks. But I'm not complaining. It just seems that the last year in this hometown is getting even harder week after a week.


'I'm only going where you'll be someday
So don't say "Rest in peace" in your prayers'


You may think I'm talking nonsenses. Reading back what I've written, It feels like nobody could understand what I'm talking about. It's more like a conversation with myself. With no hint of sense.
To be honest, every conversation seems senseless, sometimes, at some point of view.
I actually don't know whether or not should I publish this post.
I have so many secrets. Sometimes way too many. Only the people whom I truly trust know at least something more about me. I know this might be a bad thing, but I've been hurt way too many times before.

'I hope you remember me
I hope you never pretend for me'