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Boys and girls,

I have made a tumblr of pictures and quotations that amuse and inspire yours truly.

Go to love-noeline.tumblr.com to check it out.

I will keep blogging here as per normal.

Love, Noeline
xox

Worldaholic

I'm having such a great time I don't want it to stop. I just want to learn new languages, live everywhere, eat local delicacies and travel forever. Is that so much to ask?

The world is so big I struggle to understand why other people don't want to go out and see it too. It's like being given a whole box of chocolates and being content with only eating one - if that.

I don't want to be tied down by a full time job, working overtime for a boss who will probably make me hate the industry I am supposed to love. I don't ever want to enter the real world.

And then I think, what if I'm the one in the real world? And that other one, the one where you work your ass off making someone else rich, the one where you all you care about is making a profit from people who can't afford your products and services, and doing it better than the competition - what if that one's the fake world?

And then I realise it doesn't matter what I think. Because even if it's true, you have to work your ass off in the fake world to fund your time in the real world.

So until I receive a phone call telling me a royal relative I never knew I had has just died and left me all their riches, there's nothing I can do but make the most of my time here.

In the last week I've booked tickets to the Greek Islands, Ireland and Ibiza :)))))

Love, Noeline
xox

Predictability of long-term relationships or spontaneity of the single life?

I don’t regret being in a long-term relationship. I like that my boyfriend and I can predict one another’s actions. I know that regardless of how nice food is the first time he tries it, he will throw a disgusted look on his face. I know that when we’re talking he will only make eye contact with me at the end of his sentences. When drinking a slurpee I know he will give himself about ten brain freezes and complain about every single one, but will continue to drink fast because it’s the only way he knows how. He stresses when he’s ‘running late.’ And by late I mean when he’s not at least half an hour early to things. When he’s really sleepy he talks jibberish, and says things that don’t make sense to questions I didn’t ask.

As nice as it is to know someone so well, sometimes I think my stories are never as exciting as those of my single friends. They will have numerous guys on the scene, some names they will remember, some names they won’t, and some names they wish they did. They will be kissing one, a few, many or none. There will be stories about good sex, bad sex and a guy who couldn’t get it up.

So as you can see, my stories don’t exactly have you sitting on the edge of your seat, gasping, screaming and dying of laughter.

Upon apologising to one of my single friends about having less juice in my stories than hers, she said something that makes me grateful to this day.

“At least your boyfriend goes out with you in public during the day and takes you out to dinner, listens to you and talks to you. My guy only wants to see me at 3am in the morning. He hides me from his family. I don’t know when I’m going to see him next, or when he’s going to call back. I’m the one jealous of you!”

It’s funny how single people search for what couples have, and once a couple, long for the single life again.

Love, Noeline
xox

Fuck Fuck Fuck

I've been working on setting up a Spanish bank account for two months now, and counting. Here's to an application that was supposed to take three days, but went nowhere for three weeks. Here's to chasing it up every two days, only to be told to call back in another two days. Here's to a reapplication that took another two. Here's to an application that took so long I'd be out of the country by the time my debit card arrived. Here's to being told I could easily just pick it up when I got to Spain. Here's to being told the guy you need to see is on holidays. Here's to being passed on to a lady who doesn't know what she's doing. Here's to signing another five contracts, and being told to come back the week after, to sign another five. Here's to going back, and the lady being at a meeting, and never calling you back. Here's to asking your Spanish teacher to come with you a third time so she can explain the situation. Here's to having your debit card sent to your address in Australia, instead of your address in Spain. Here's to waiting for your PIN that should have arrived this week. Here's to cash advances on my credit card, and the multiple fees they spring on you - just so I can have some cash in the meantime.

Pretty sure buying a house is easier than this.

Fuck you, Santander. Fuck you.

Your logo makes me want to kill myself