WordPress!

Hi Blogger followers!

I've not been idle:

between daily pages, blogger, promotion for The Snow Killer and well, life; I've started a Word Press blog!

http://melissaholden.wordpress.com

Come say hi and give me a follow!

I'm currently doing a series about a Doctor Who-loving duck who think she is married to the Doctor (Yeah, I'm not sure where that's going either), and I'm posting daily about my life and any golden-writing I might come up with. 

Don't worry, I haven't abandoned you Blogger. I'm just, testing the water.

If you are missing me that much, why not follow me on Twitter: @melissaholden94, or Like my Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/MelissaHoldenWriter
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Goodnight,


Always keeping you posted:


 Mel 

banters in canters, or melancoly in Canterbury?

Hi bloggersphere! 
(to be said loudly and with a hint of irony)

I've recently moved to Canterbury, for work and university, since they shut my beloved UCF down, and well, my old job was rubbish. 

Any who, because I've moved in six weeks early, I've found myself with a lot of free time. Although I have worked nearly every day, it's 12pm to 4pm, and on a quiet day, there is NOTHING to do. 

So, I decided to start exploring Canterbury, local to my house. In my first week, I'd walked up and down the high street at least ten times, been to St Martin's Church (I'm an atheist so I can only appreciate the architecture), found the Post Office/ Londis, found another Londis, figured out my perfect routes to work, university and town, spent two hours sitting in King George VI Memorial Field, found a graveyard/neutral space, walked around my garden and figured out the best places to buy cheap food (heads up students: it's Poundland and Waitrose...)

That was all in one WEEK... Oh dear. This is my third week here, and I'm going crazy, which isn't good considering four days of that I was actually in Dartford picking up some of the rest of my stuff. 

Oh, and I read three books. 

Since Thursday, I've signed up for the 30 Day Free Trial on Love Film Instant www.lovefilm.co.uk/instant, and I've watched 11 films. In less than three days. ELEVEN FILMS. 

So, beautiful people of Blogger and Canterbury, I set you a challenge: Find something free, local and time consuming for me to do, and if you do, I'll write an article about it, and add in some free publicity. 

RISE TO THE CHALLENGE!

Smile! It's good for you

As a teen in todays media-absorbed culture, I take a lot of photos. Mostly of my friends, and me. 

That's me, looking miserable, as usual.





However, a friend pointed out that we, at least most of us, look a lot better when we just smile. 





Smiling makes us feel, and look better. 

Smiling makes other people feel better.

Smiling gives people hope.




Smiling is infectious.

There, I've infected you with a smile. Go spread the happiness disease :)

The end of a relationship, and the effects of a bad one: Recovery (rant)

The end of the relationship is always difficult: for both parties. I don't care if he tells you it doesn't really bother him - it does. He will cherish those memories as much as will you. He will remember those happy days and smile when he does. Women aren't the only ones that look back on the days when you smiled...

However, you must remember, that everything happens for a reason, and relationships run their course. He may have felt like the one - whatever that is - but he obviously wasn't. He may have treated you like a princess, but that cannot be good for our egos all of the time. 

Women need honestly, not little white lies that sweet talk you in to bed. Yes, you wanted it too - but was it his idea or yours? Did you become a pushover just like your best friends said you had? Did you lose too much just to keep him in your life? I'm not talking about sexual abuse, I mean the every-day things, that slowly crush a person's soul: the little things that you lose. And the big things, such as life-long friendships and those girly nights you missed because he whisked you out for the night on short notice. 

Just to clarify: giving up your friends for a relationship is the worst thing you can do! Your friends will be there for you when you need them, unless you push them away and cuddle up to a boy that will only hurt you in the end. 
Boys leave, and they hurt us - but men are no better! There are good ones out there, believe me, and they will treat you right, and love you to the very end, but they can get hurt too. Don't make the mistake of leading a boy on because he's lovely and you really wished you really loved him. If you don't love him - get out. There's no point causing heartbreak: or being heartbroken. it's bad for you both if you stay in a relationship that's one-sided. 

I'm not a pessimist: love is out there for everyone - just don't give it all up for a boy thats not worth your heart. Just remember:

- Don't hold on to the whispers of hope that he throws your way: they aren't real, and he only one thing. 
- Don't break too many hearts - at least, not on purpose.
- Don't be cruel, and don't accept cruelty just because you can't bare being alone. 
- Don't let go of your friends and your dreams. 
- Pursue your life, and don't EVER relinquish your freedom. 

Unrequited love (poem)

You know his favourite song
You know the names of his pets.
You even know his birthday
but yours, he always forgets.

You know his family history
you speak everyday.
You've known his embrace,
but he will always walk away.

You know the smell of his skin
You know where he drives.
You know his ambitions,
But you alone must strive.

He won't forget you.
He knows you to the core.
But he's is unaware of,
the love that you once bore.

This genuinely brought a tear to my eye when I read it...

This genuinely brought a tear to my eye when I read it - it's a quote from "The Perks of being a Wallflower", one of the most influential books I have ever read.

"We accept the love we think we deserve".

I think anyone who has read those eight heartbreaking words, has been haunted by them ever since. I know I have. 

I don't get homesick....

I don't get homesick, I didnt think I would. I don't miss the town, or the streets, or the places. I don't miss the noise, or even the people. I miss leaving my home and knowing someone out there, in that ignorant little town, would be someone to recognise. A friend, family, a hate, a love.

But maybe, that is why I'm not homesick - because Im not the sad little girl that they remember. And I never will be.

The Stage Door, March 2013