First I hope to get a job as a Teaching Assistant next year, only for one year, and then do a Masters degree in Child/developmental psychology or Speech and Language Therapy. I'm not exactly sure yet but I've got a year to decide :).
Question from Jes:What is your biggest fear?
I have to say I think my biggest fear is growing old. My great-grandmother is 95 and has dimentia and although it's great that she's still alive and kicking, 90% of the time she has no idea where she is, who she's living with, how old she is, who's who (she once asked me if i was in her class at school). She just seems miserable all the time and it just scares me a little to think i will probably end up like that one day. But then i'm also scared of death, where do we end up and so on, so maybe growing old is the lesser of two evils? I'm not sure, i know a lot of people disagree with me, especially on death issues, it's just the idea of not being alive is depressing and really really scary to me.
Question from Ashley Dee: What qualifications did you need to study psychology?
I needed and overall pass and grade C on my A Levels, with a C in English, as well as a certain number of UCAS points, though I'm not sure how many cos it's been about 4 years since i applied now.
The hypocrisy of it all
I've been following 2 moms with a plan for a while now, and this post really hit a nerve with me. Have a look at it, i commented on it if you'd like to see my views and share your own on the topic.
Bloody close-minded people who think they know what's 'right' and what's 'wrong' when clearly their sense of right and wrong is extremely messed up!
Because it seems i've finally fallen in love with blogging again, here are some photos to show you what i've been up to, apart from middle aged men touching my boobs and getting good grades at uni ;).
That gorgeous little monkey right there is Baby Boy, H's son. He is almost a year and a half now, and that was the last time i saw him, which was christmas time when H invited us all to hers during the christmas break. He ran around trying to steal H's ipod and stood and danced to our cheesy christmas tunes. All the while holding his blanket in his hand. Bad ass little boy.
Then came christmas day, which was strangely un-christmas like. It was 24 degrees C in Malta (which is 75F) so it wasn't particularly wintery and it just felt a bit strange because of financial and familial issues. But it was still a lovely day, even though my mother announced, not very nicely, to the rest of the family that i planned to work next year and not go straight on to a masters. Shock and bloody horror, after 21 years of education i would like to take a break for a year. She thinks i'm being stupid to do it but at the end of the day it is my decision, and i've made it now. 
Also, one of our dogs wasn't there, i still cry when i think about him and how stupid the vet was for not recognising what he had early enough, when it's so common amongst dogs in Malta. Stupid, over paid, lazy twats (two of them managed to misdiagnose him, before it was too late and vet number three tried his hardest to save him). Anyway, that's my dad and me on christmas day, i'm a daddy's girl.
So, NYE we went to a party where there weren't many people and a fully stocked open bar. Let me make that easier to understand. Very few people + fully stocked open bar = absolutely smashed and exhausted by 11.59pm. It was a good night, that didn't involve much except drinking, i danced for a total of 10 minutes, and because of the massive shoes i was wearing and the tightness of my beautiful dress (which arrived the day before NYE, thanks 
The story is very Pocahontas-like. But the blues and the pinks and the greens and the tree of life, the place where they have sex anyway, was incredible. If it weren't for the effects and the 3D i think it would just seem like any other film. We also did lots of touristy stuff, went round historic places, visited gardens, had lunch at places with magnificent views of the main harbour, those kinds of things.
