Category Archives: Personal

An Open Letter

Update: 11.30 a.m. whatshewears.ie has been touch via email, apologising and offering another set of tickets and a House of Fraser voucher. I have to say they were very quick to respond.

Entered a competition. Won tickets from whatshewears.ie and House of Fraser’s fifth birthday in Dundrum.

Last Friday, I recieve an email  from the editor of whatshewears.ie.

To collect your tickets

  • Your prize is for 2 tickets.
  • Tickets must be collected by 8.30pm in-store at House of Fraser, Dundrum Town Centre.
  • There will be a desk on LEVEL 3 in the home ware section where you give your full name to collect your tickets. Then make your way to Movies @ Dundrum for the screening at 9pm – don’t forget your 3d glasses! (which also can be bought at the cinema).

Enjoy!

Enjoy eh? If only I could.

Turn up at House of Fraser, my name has an X and  my envelope with tickets has already been collected. Klara Golez is not a common name. Any randomer appears, no ID or anything. Maybe Facebook was a factor, if it was then I know misfortune will fall upon you.

So thank you, whatshewears.ie, thank you House of Fraser.

Especially for your incompetence.

Kind regards,

Klara

New Media Project

One of our modules, ominously named Information Society 1, requires us to partake in a group project. The topics can range from the use of mobile phones, blogging, social networking, online gaming or instant messaging. Anyway back to the point.

Last week I was discussing the project with another girl in my course and it went something a little like this.

Me: “I have to make a start on that project.”

Her: “Eugh, I know, me too. Have your group picked a topic?”

Me: “Yeah, we’re gonna do Social Media. How about you?”

Her: “We’re doing Facebook, Bebo and all that stuff.”

Me: “Cool….” *mental cringe*

I failed to correct her.

Connect

connect

Connect is a peer-mentoring initiative of UL’s Counselling service. Although it isn’t all about peer-mentorship, especially since there’s three years worth of trained Connect student but only fifteen students wanted to be connected this semester. They are involved with Mental Health Awareness week and are holding a “Beat The Blues” concert to highlight the importance of a person’s mental health.

A few weeks ago I decided to attend the weekend training session for students to become mentors for other students who feel that they’re lost in a sea of people on campus. Even though I initially had some doubt about attending and on the day I still had mixing feelings about going, I headed along anyway.

And I’m glad I did.

I met some really great people, ranging from a Postgraduate Research student studying bees, who is now my weekly Scrabble opponent and a Fourth year Applied Languages student who is now my Japanese language partner. So it seems even I though I went to the training session to help other students, it helped me meet other people I would have not otherwise had the chance to meet in normal everyday college.

Worst 24 Hours

I’ve had the worst twenty four hours of my life from 7.00 p.m. Wednesday 24th to the following day. Though they won’t be the last I’ll have before my flame is eventually snuffed out.

This year is my third or fourth year in being involved with the summer camp.  I’m a senior leader that is in charge of the buses and making sure that kids get to the right place as well as being a co-ordinator for the under ten’s group. That means not only do I have to look after children but I also gotta keep an eye on the junior leaders to make sure they are doing their job and not disappearing from an activity. Today is the end of the second week and I’m grateful that there’s only one more week left before I plan to retire permanently from the camp.

I’ve been having problems with a couple of the leaders either with completely disregarding me when I asked them to wear their seatbelt on several occasions and the other person commands very little respect from the campers and they easily bully this particular leader. Now, the first person for the event that happened on the Wednesday evening is a bit excessive but for the second leader, I would be more likely to suspect since I’ve had to reprimand them several times. The children in the group are not counted as I would only give out to them if they were doing something wrong and they would not be as creatively vindictive.

Wednesday evening after getting home, I ate my dinner with the usual gusto but afterwards decided I would eat some toffee I had in my camp rucksack all day. Couldn’t find any sweets floating around in my bag so I emptied everything onto the bed. Somebody had searched through my bag and eaten every sweet leaving only the large empty bag. Annoyed but not upset, as a similar incident had happened the previous year I was a leader.

My brother and I chatted about our day for a while even though I still had everything upended onto the bed. His sharp eyes caught onto my bottle of water that I had taken that day. I explained that I didn’t drink it since I bought a Sprite at the shop but I would take it tomorrow for the camp. Picking up the bottle, he held it to the light and said there was something wrong. The bottle contained a murky liquid which turned out to be toilet water as it had floating paper debris and the choking scent of bleach.

I would have taken the water with me on Thursday.

I would have drank some without looking at the bottle.

I would have had to get my stomach pumped due to the industrial bleach and chemicals.

Needless to say, I was quite upset and I rang one of the camp managers to tell them what had happened. The following morning, I was a bundle of nerves and I unconsciously spent an hour letting the entire incident spin around in my head. At noon, I left the house and the post had come and delivered a package I received from Celeste which considerably lifted my spirits.

Yay

I catch the bus before it heads to the first pick-up spot but instead of the usual 52-seater and 27-seater coaches, I ended up with three smaller buses and had to work out the best way for all children and leaders from each stop to be together on each of the buses. It was stress I really didn’t need.

I met the leader above me and the two managers to discuss the incident during the first activity. All of the leaders in my group were individually pulled in for questioning over the course of the day but as I expected, nobody knows anything.

I’m fed up with the camp and I was considering of packing it all up, with or without my wages but I’ll stick it out. It means I’m spending a chunk of money each day on buying crap food from the shop, so I know it hasn’t been tampered with. My initial enthusiasm for the camp has dwindled, I used to kill myself with exhaustion everyday but now I plan to be less athletic. I’ll never do the camp again especially when there’s psychopathic poisoning punks.

Feck ’em, I want my free BBQ next week and that’s what’s keeping me going at the moment.

Last Days of a Reluctant Tyrant

Last month, I had the pleasure of going to the infamous Abbey Theatre for the first time was undescribable, courtesy the Abbey inviting bloggers. I know a lot of the history of the Abbey in the ether of my mind as I wrote an essay and gave a presentation about it a few months ago, especially when decades ago the Abbey was expanding onto the former site of a morgue and discovered a body or two. The size of the theatre was quite intimate allowing the actors to break the fourth wall and connect to the audience much more so than other theatres where you may feel like a simple ticket number.

The play was ‘The Last Days of a Reluctant Tyrant‘ written by Tom Murphy which was simply fantastic, although this evening is the final performance. I had the preconceived notion that it would be something along the lines of ‘The Field’ and to some degree I was expecting it to feature a patriarchal figure rather than Arina (Maire Mullen), the diminutive woman with the moniker of a “tyrant”. It echoes of King Lear when Arina divides the land between her children but tries to keep a measure of power. Needless to say the empire she has forged from nothing and spent her entire life creating may easily crumble in the hands of a master  manipulator.

I knew when I heard the title of the Earl of Rochester’s poem ‘The Imperfect Enjoyment’ and the opening lines being bawled, I expected the characters to display lewd actions and they delivered. Although at the interval, someone said the scene was outrageous and almost pornographic, obviously they were unaware that the scene consisted of a literary poem.

The tenacity and defiance at the climax of ‘The Last Days of A Reluctant Tyrant’, caused tears to flow freely down my face, I didn’t even particularly cry in a pretty manner. 🙂 I’ve read the play several times since seeing it on stage but the climax never fails to evoke my emotions, especially in the final soliloquy. This play has earned its place in being my favourite and I’ll be definitely keeping an eye on other events at the Abbey Theatre.

Lexia has blogged about it too.

The Last Days of a Reluctant Tyrant by Tom Murphy from Abbey Theatre on Vimeo.

June Activities

So far my holidays have started to pick up momentum compared to my intial sense of boredom. I’ve woefully negelected Klaraflame for nearly two months and I’ve neglected this blog too but not to the same degree. One of the reasons for this treatment is due to the fact that I’ve finally started up a website called Motivated Notes which is  free online resource for Leaving Cert notes, but let’s go back to other activities.

During the first week of June I started a week-long internship with Life and Fitness Magazine with Derry O’Donnell. Tommy and I were both interns for this week and on the Thursday we did a presentation about blogging for business with owners of the local businesses.  In the second week on June, Alexia had a spare ticket for the Tuesday night showing of The Last Days of a Reluctant Tyrant at the Abbey Theatre. I had never been to the Abbey even thought I wrote an essay about its history and did a presentation about it. The play was fantastic and I’m not ashamed to say that I had two big red eyes from crying but more to come about that soon.

Today being another Tuesday, I’m going to France for two days, Nantes to be precise. A former French teacher from my secondary school was looking for someone to bring her daughter over to France then come back to Ireland and two weeks later do the same again. I had my intership but I offered to do the second trip if that was any good and so I’m going to France today. 😀 I’m mainly excited since I’ve never been to France before even though it’s literally a pit-stop before coming home, I’m not complaining though, my flights are paid for and I’m staying with the family. Leaving Shannon this afternoon and I’ll be back on Thursday morning at 10.10. 🙂 I’m not bringing my laptop since it won’t be worth the hassle so I’ll be disconnected from the net. I haven’t travelled outside the country for a couple of years so I can only imagine the hassle of checking in online and only to have liquids in a plastic bag.

It’s 8.45, I think I better haul ass outta bed and get some breakfast and start packing my rucksack since I’m getting picked up at 1.00. 🙂

I Haz Choc!

Many thank to Lindt and Gastronom.ie for the luxurious chocolate and recipe book. There’s so much chocolate and so many recipes I don’t know which ones to pick first!

DSCF1920