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this blog ain't been updated in ages but i had to put this here for safekeeping. it's a matt post vine: https://youtu.be/lKuod1AYuRo
It’s okay anon -- being passionate is part of what makes the World Cup fun!
Besil: Good credit, bad credit, no credit, no problem! Are you dead? FUCK IT. GHOST CREDIT!
Espice: I'M GONNA GET A SUBARU
DE DILMA ROUSSEFF À MARINA SILVA, LE BRÉSIL EN VOIE DE RÉ-AMÉRICANISATION ?
Succédant au populaire Lula, l’actuelle présidente du Brésil, Dilma Rousseff, a surpris tout le monde par son désir d’émancipation à l’égard de l’influence américaine intense, qui a maintenu ce pays pendant des décennies dans un statut de semi-colonie de Washington.
Dilma Roussef, actuelle présidente du Brésil, et Marina Silva, candidate aux prochaines élections d’octobre 2014
Dans cette voie,…
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Beyond Every Shadow Is Light
Beyond Every Shadow Is Light: Chapter 1
Paging passenger Lillian Thomas, this is a final call boarding call for Iberia Airlines flight 573 with service to Madrid, I heard coming over the intercom at Heathrow International airport. Just my luck I thought to myself, after a being delayed five hours in Toronto and suffering through an eight hour flight with what I swear to you was the devil's spawn sitting next to me, I was about to miss my flight for Madrid and once again be stranded in an airport until the next available flight.
I raced to Gate 46B praying that I wasn't too late. Just as I arrived I saw the flight attendant close the gate door. Shit!
"Excuse me miss, my name is Lillian Thomas, please tell me I haven't missed my flight"
"I'm terribly sorry Miss Thomas but we've just closed the doors, unfortunately you'll have to wait until the next flight out in the morning"
"Is there any chance…" I started but quickly caught myself.
Normally I would have attempted to use my charm to somehow get myself onto that flight, but at this point in the day I was exhausted and couldn't be bothered, it looked like Gate 46B was my new home for the next twenty-four hours.
I suppose this is as good a time as any to introduce myself, it's not like I have anything better to do right now. My name is Lillian Thomas, but everyone calls me 'Lilli'. I've been living in Toronto for the past three years now whilst I pursue a degree in Environmental Engineering at the University of Toronto. I'm originally from The Bahamas, however, since I started University I don't really go home much. Honestly Toronto is pretty much my home now. I've gotten used to the city life and what can I say the city life kind of suits me.
At the end of my third year of University I applied for an International Exchange program in Madrid, if accepted I would spend a year in Madrid studying at Technical University of Madrid and interning for BP Solar. My grades were good but all things considered it was a long shot that I would land the exchange, given the fact that I was an international student and exchanges usually went to domestic students.
I was shocked when I received an email three months ago from UofT International informing me that my exchange had been approved and that I would be starting at Technical University of Madrid in September. I of course was ecstatic, all my hard work had paid off and my reward was going to be a year in Madrid. My boyfriend, Kyle on the other hand was not so keen on the news.
Kyle and I had been dating for about seven months, he was also an environmental engineering major however, he was the year ahead of me. Kyle and I met in class and hit it off. It takes a particular kind of person to study environmental engineering, it definitely isn't for everyone, thus it wasn't a surprise that we got along.
When I told Kyle about my plans to apply for the exchange in Madrid he wasn't very supportive, it may have had something to do with the fact that he had applied for the same exchange last year, and didn't get it. Despite Kyle's lack of support I applied anyway, he didn't think I would get in so he kind of dropped the subject, well until I was accepted.
"Kyle, I got in, I got in!" I yelled excitedly into my iPhone 5.
"Babe, Do you know what time it is?" Kyle replied gruffly.
In all my excitement I somehow forgot that it was only 9am, Kyle never woke up before noon.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, but it couldn’t wait! Kyle I'm going to Madrid in the fall on exchange"
Silence.
"Kyle, did you here me?"
"Yeah babe, that's great" Kyle replied less than enthusiastically.
We spoke for a few more minutes before I let Kyle go back to sleep. To be honest I hoped Kyle would have been happy for me, but I could already tell that this exchange was going to put a major strain on our relationship.
Over the next three months things between Kyle and I changed. Kyle wasn't the same affectionate boyfriend that I had grown to love. We didn't really talk about my exchange much over the summer, we decided we would cross that bridge when we came to it and that we should just enjoy each others company whilst we could. I wish I realized that this was foreshadowing what was to come at the end of summer.
It was August 31st, I had turned twenty, three weeks ago, I had celebrated my birthday in the Bahamas with my family and Kyle. It was a great way to end off the summer before heading to Madrid. Kyle and I had gotten back to Toronto three days before I was scheduled to depart for Madrid and to be honest the last 72 hours hadn't gone so well. Kyle was in true form, with respect to the whole exchange thing, he was down right flippant. Despite his irritability he agreed to drop me off at the airport, like any good boyfriend should if his girlfriend would be absent for a year.
"Babe, we're going to be late,” I shouted to Kyle from the car.
"Coming, coming"
Kyle hopped in the car and accelerated down the 407 headed towards Pearson International Airport. If Kyle wasn't a really good driver I probably would have been scared of the speed that he was driving at. Thankfully we made it to the airport with plenty of time to check in and do other things…
It was time for me to go through security, which meant it was also time to say my goodbyes to Kyle. I can't say I'm completely surprised by what happened next, but I really hoped that things wouldn't have gone the way they did.
"Babe, a year's a really long time to be apart" Kyle stated bluntly.
"I know, but there's always Skype, FaceTime, Facebook, email, text…" I said in a positive tone of voice.
"Yeah, but it's my last year of University and I'm not going to have a lot of time for that"
I knew where this conversation was headed and to be honest I didn't really want to have it. Kyle was my first real boyfriend; come to think of it he was my first for just about everything, if you know what I mean.
"Lilli, I don't think this is going to work. It's not fair to either of us to pretend that it will. I'm sorry but we're through"
Before I had a chance to reply, Kyle turned and headed towards the nearest exit. And well you know how the story goes from this point. The delayed flight, the kid from hell sitting next to me on the flight, missing my flight to Madrid and of course me being stranded in the airport for the night.
Paging passenger Lillian Thomas, please see an associate at Gate 46B, came through the intercom.
Oh great, what now I thought to myself as I made my way to the counter.
"Hi, I'm Lillian Thomas" I said in a sleepy voice, mid yawn.
"Good Morning, Miss Thomas!" said an overly chipper flight attendant.
"You've been upgraded to First-Class, I just need to see your passport so I can issue you a new boarding pass!" sang the flight attendant.
I smiled and complied with the flight attendants request.
After receiving my new boarding pass I made my way to the restroom, I really needed to get out of these clothes. I looked at my face in the mirror and was a taken aback. My hair was mess, sticking out in every direction. My mascara had run down my face, I assume from crying in my sleep. My white Ralph Lauren Polo Shirt was thoroughly wrinkled and my high waisted black shorts didn't look much better at this point. I riffled through my travel bag and pulled out a pair of True Religion dark washed skinny jeans, a white Beatles graphic tee, my trusty black Michael Kors asymmetrical motorcycle jacket and a pair of ankle boots. After about an hour of freshening up I finally looked presentable.
I headed back to the gate and was surprised to find a swarm of photographers crowded around my gate. When I made it back to where I was sitting I asked the person across from me what the fuss was about. Apparently a few Real Madrid players were also on this flight and it had caused quite a stir. In any normal circumstance I would have been really excited about the prospect of meeting Real Madrid players. I loved football and Real Madrid was my favorite team, but with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours I just couldn't seem to muster the excitement.
It was finally time to board the plane; I grabbed my two Longchamp bags and headed towards the counter. I handed my ticket to the flight attendant and made my way down the tunnel towards the plane. I located my seat 5C. Sweet I had the aisle! I put my bags under the seat and started to get comfortable. I guess I dozed off because before I knew it someone was tapping my shoulder.
"Con permiso, señorita" I heard someone say.
I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a few times as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Somehow in the midst of my nap, First Class had transformed into Real Madrid central. All right, perhaps I'm exaggerating there were only five Real Madrid players present, but that was more than I had ever seen of expected to see in my entire life. Mesut Ozil and Karim Benzema were two seats ahead of me. Directly across from me sat Raphael Varane and Nacho and standing in front of me was none other than Alvaro Morata.
I was able to muster a "lo siento" as I got up, so that Alvaro could sit down. I was really proud of myself, in the midst of all these great players I was somehow keeping my shit together quite well, I had tamed my inner fan girl.
I was far too nervous to say anything to Alvaro, also my Spanish was a bit rusty and I really didn't want to embarrass myself. I was actually surprised when he turned to me and began to strike up a conversation. I didn't really know what was in store for me for the next two and half hours, but I had a feeling that it would be an excellent start to my year in Madrid.
