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Sunday, 13 December 2015

A quick update.

Hello everyone.
Unfortunately I couldn't try Dragon's Egg today due to a long family dinner which meant as soon as I got home any natural light had faded - and I definitely want to review it, so that includes taking pictures.
However, just before the dinner started, I managed to squeeze in a very quick photography session while the morning was still here. An hour or so before that, I had my usual cup of tea, before heading out to the dinner and enjoying a cold but scenic walk.

Some words...



 lose yourself
to the morning light.
foggy heads
blurred by sleep,
pink lips, dry and bare,
milky skin
and honeyed hair.
thoughts numbed, rushing
still,
like water in a stream.
the cloud of obliviousness,
gently fades away,
as fast approaching
comes the busy day.
we pause for a moment,
and dwell on how the 
cold air touches the skin,
and rises the hairs
on our cheeks, nose and chin.
the morning hours, 
pass fast,
however much we want them to last.



There's something about skin or closeup pictures that is quite pure and simple, but beautiful in its own way. I don't get the opportunity to take pictures like these in such lighting all that often, especially around this time of the year as it's so dark the majority of the time.


I think another great aspect of these types of photos is the colours, and again the word "pure" comes to mind; these are entirely un-edited, but they still provide some sort of captivation.


The other day I purchased some goodies as a treat for myself, including Dragon's Egg from Lush, another notebook to write in, some stationery and chocolates. I was tempted to also buy Golden Wonder, but I decided against it as many relatives are looking for what to get me for Christmas and this could be one pending on my list!
*note, drawing is mine.
Olivia

Saturday, 12 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 12/12

It's 23:27 so technically it's still the 12th of December!
So, I bring to you my twelfth and final act of kindness, and thank you for all your support throughout these twelve days.
Act 12:
Today I spread the Christmas joy.
I wrapped presents for my friend after going on a Secret Santa spree to bring in on Monday, and I can't wait to see the look on her face! It's going to be a fabulous Christmas, I can tell, and I'm super happy that most are embracing my hashtag as well as DMing me with ideas and compliments.
As the 25th fast approaches, I am going to get busier and busier, which means I will be a lot less active on both here and on Instagram. Please remain patient, although I'm sure most of you will be doing exactly the same as me!
I should be doing tomorrow a Dragon Egg review, and / or a blogpost on my trip to the city!
Also, just to tell you, my big surprise will be revealed very, very soon!
Merry Christmas.
- olivia

Friday, 11 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 11/12

AH! I can't believe it's the second to last day of my twelve random acts of kindness! It's gone so quickly! My winner for #thefestivetruth will be selected on the 14th, but that does not mean your gift will be posted on that day (check Instagram for details).
My eleventh act of kindness today was that I paid for my friend's pain au chocolat, I made my parents cups of tea, I tidied my room and did some jobs.
I have also bought Dragon's Egg, as I think I've mentioned, and it is releasing this lovely lemony smell all over my room even though it's still in its bag!
- olivia

Thursday, 10 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 10/12 & Updates

Hi!
I'm both relieved and excited to say that it is nearly Christmas. But also, my 12 days of BLOGMAS is drawing to a close, which means that time is running out for you to join #thefestivetruth, so if you want to enter, do so soon x
Anyway, my random act of kindness today was that I gave my loved one a hug when they needed it. A hug that wasn't really expected, but definitely needed. Telling someone it's going to be okay is sometimes the only reassurance people need.
I've purchased recently Dragon's Egg, a Lush bath bomb (don't whine at me for not getting the Christmas range...they're already on my list), which means that a review should be up soon. I should be trying it this weekend!
My days are crammed of work and excitement and all sorts of distracting things, so I'm sorry if I haven't made time for you all, and that includes on my Instagram, but this is a crazy time of year as you know, and I'm only human. After the holiday frenzy blows over, I can start getting back into my normal routine.
Are you enjoying the Christmas holidays, or do you just want it to be over?
- olivia

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 9/12

Christmas is fast approaching, and I'm happy to say that stress is being lifted off of my shoulders.
It's nearly time to reveal my big surprise that I've been keeping (don't get too excited...I'm not writing a book or anything like that) and plus, a new room to show (I say soon, it's still a couple of months) and school is about to finish for the holidays!
My random act of kindness was that today after buying some gifts, I donated my spare money to a choir singing publicly in town and sung their carols as I was walking past. They were a school of children, from toddlers to teenagers, their heads covered by woolly hats and bodies covered by fluffy coats, and their mouths open wide into 'O's as they bellowed 'Silent Night' and 'Good King Wenceslas' into the night.
I think carol singing is often somewhat shunned upon by people. They're famous for being the annoying kids that have doors slammed in their face two words into their song. But really, I think they deserve more recognition, raising money or simply expressing their spirit through their mouths, because after all it's all for a good cause and they're spreading the Christmas spirit (a phrase I overuse..!)
Do you like carol singers?
- olivia

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 8/12

Hi guys,
The post is going to be super short today.
But my act of kindness was that I bought my friend's food because she forgot her money, and I also offered to pick my other friend up as a favour for her and her parents.
I'm really sorry for the abruptness, but I'll edit things in tomorrow if I have time.
- olivia

Monday, 7 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 7/12 & Christmas Jumper Day

My seventh act of kindness today was that I gave one of my gifts to someone that had shown me much support through some rough times (for obvious reasons I will not name any names) and really benefited me.
May I thank once again those participating with #thefestivetruth, I'm overwhelmed by your endless stream of support that comes through in comments, DMs and captions.
Next week at my school, we are holding a Christmas Jumper Day to raise money for charity. I think it's a spectacular idea because it really gets everyone in the spirit and it raises money for a good cause. My Christmas jumper is quite respectable considering the amount of jazzy and furry and bright (literally, most light up!) jumpers that are in every clothes shop nowadays, but my mum has vowed to buy my dad the most cringeworthy, merriest and ugliest jumper she can find and I'm excited to see the result!
Some people don't see the novelty in Christmas jumpers, and I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but personally I love getting into the spirit. It provides me with some sort of happy, stress-free (well...) bubble that gives me some sort of relief.
What's your jumper this year?
- olivia

Sunday, 6 December 2015

BLOGMAS -- ROAK 6/12 & A Day Out at IKEA

As I mentioned on Instagram, I took a trip to IKEA today. Probably due to the time of the year, the car park was absolutely packed and it took several minutes to find a slot. But soon enough we were inside, pushing around a trolley and joggling many bags.
If I haven't told you, I'm moving into a new room which means decorating. As it's actually taking place closer to January, I only picked up things like duvets, pillows, etc, not things that would actually take up lots of space for the time being.
IKEA is one of my favourite places. For some reason, the showrooms just provide me with some sort of happy, homey feeling, and as well as the products being very cute and original. Soon, our trolley was stacked full of bits and bobs that we probably didn't need but had to get anyway, and we wandered aimlessly through the departments, grabbing anything that looked pretty.
This trip lasted for hours, so by the time I was home, the lighting wasn't worthy to show a bit more of what I bought, but hopefully I can do it tomorrow.
The warehouse was filled with frenzied shoppers so it became quite difficult to steer the trolley in the right direction - at one point, I had to stay in one place and let all the people flow past me, much like a rock in a stream when the water simply goes around it.
I was dismayed to see that IKEA has taken away their Broccoli and Carrot plushes, but luckily they have added new ones that are for a campaign where children design the toys. They all contained the childish fun of creating within them, with the lopsided smiles and messy colours, but I feel that it really is a heartfelt project!

Moving onto my sixth random act of kindness (which marks the halfway point - how quickly it's all passed!), today I bought and wrapped presents for my classmates, as well as people that have supported me. I want them to know that I appreciate that which is why I chose to buy presents for them to tie in with the Christmas theme of gift giving.
Are you buying your loved ones presents this year?
- olivia

Saturday, 5 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 5/12 & Winter Clothes

It's the fifth day of BLOGMAS already! Not that I'm complaining - Christmas can come as soon as it wants:) Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for everyone spreading #thefestivetruth! I am amazed how many people are doing it and I look forward to announcing the winners.
My random act of kindness today was that in the supermarket, a place that was busy and where people often get distracted from the little things we should act on and appreciate, and as we wheeled our trolley out we came past two elderly ladies with bright yellow buckets and happy smiles, collecting money for charity. As we were too enwrapped in our own world, we rushed on past, eager to unload the bags into the car. However, I found myself feeling a little guilty as I got into the car, my mind focused on how they were standing and braving the cold for such a good cause and so many people ignored them. In the spur of the moment, I grabbed a handful of pounds from the change slot and sprinted back across the car park to drop them into the buckets. The old ladies' smiles were enough for me to feel happy. I wished them a merry Christmas before getting back into my car and eventually driving back home.
Although (sadly) snow hasn't come to the UK as of yet, the cold and crisp weather is certainly approaching. Gusts of wind lifted my coat and I could breathe frosty smoke; the cars were dashed with ice and the fires roaring in every house. Many of the public were disguised by swathing scarves and woolly hats pulled down past their ears and I felt envy in my terribly underdressed ensemble. My teeth were practically chattering just in the freezer food aisle of Morrisons!
At home, I changed into something more warm and cosy, a long-loved outfit of mine that usually makes several appearances this time of year.

Grey turtle neck - Zara
Woolly cardigan / coat - Zara (purchased two years ago though, so I doubt it is on sale anymore!)
I also wore some dark denim jeans which I have been loving, from Abercrombie & Fitch. I paired these jeans with some good old black Chelsea boots, which can be bought at probably any shoe shop.

I am definitely loving Zara this year. I find that their products are of the best quality and it's not overly expensive, and even if it was a bit pricey, they often have sales or discounts. I don't post my outfits at all often as I'm not some sort of trendsetter and I don't feel like it's really my element, but occasionally I'll share some of my ensembles.
Anyway, I want to say I am going to IKEA tomorrow so I will probably be posting a photo-filled blogpost tomorrow! I never go to IKEA as it's a fairly long drive, so this is sort of a treat for me and I'm seriously looking forward to it.
Do you love IKEA?
- olivia

Friday, 4 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 4/12 & Secret Santa

Hi!
These two topics for this blogpost coincide with one another; I actually did the act of kindness whilst I was Secret Santa shopping. It was a spur of the moment thing during a browse at WHSmith for pens and other sorts of stationery as my friend and I tried out various pens on the small notepads.
I started to draw cats because I'm secretly a granny in a girl's body, as well as adding cute Christmassy messages with a 'from Olivia' at the top. I then proceeded to hide those pictures on cashier desks, shelves, etcetera. I didn't stay to see people read them - I can only hope they made someone smile!
There are some pictures shown as some of my drawings and messages, one saying 'I am the Scrooge Cat. Do not stroke me. From Olivia :)' and another 'Merry Christmas! Have a good day, from Olivia :)' (by the way in the photograph the 'have a good day' is cut off). I left these both on opposite cashier desks whilst the employees were quite coincidentally ducking to rummage for gift cards, and then jogged away as my friend and I giggled. It was like being some sort of secret agent, as weird as that sounds, sneaking around the shop and tucking in pictures. It's so nice to think that somebody might've picked it up and smiled, or tucked it into their pocket, or even acknowledged it.

Secret Santa is a small series of anonymous gift giving that usually takes place before Christmas in the early December. I was buying for a friend  and managed to cross from the top to the bottom
end of town repeatedly looking for the best bargains
and cutest things I could buy. Sadly, I cannot reveal
my gifts as I am keeping them cloaked in mystery
so my friend won't have any idea. Again, this secret
agent vibe is reoccurring...
The sky turned black pretty quickly due to the wintry weather, but the city was kept light due to the dazzling gold and silver lights hung between each row of buildings, shimmery and beautiful, casting the streets in a hazy orange glow. The air was crisp and cold, sucking the breath out of me, and steaming food stalls coaxed out my temptations but sadly I was too stingy to reach for any pennies jangling in my pocket.
But the smells still hit me like cannonballs. Every single scent that brought me right back to the past Christmas day - roasted almonds, mulled wine, rosemary, honeyed spices, chocolate - and I had to hurry past through the crowd to not draw to the food like a moth to a flame.
I am definitely settling into the mood for Christmas, what about you?
- olivia

Thursday, 3 December 2015

BLOGMAS - ROAK 3/12 & Lush Review: Lord of Misrule

Hi,
So I suppose these posts are becoming a little tedious - they're short and fairly predictable, but I thought I'd keep at them anyway, because hey ho, I don't want to be a hypocrite.
Today my good deed was that I paid for my friend's film ticket after she couldn't find her money; of course, I'd like to think any good person would do the same, but I felt happy after she thanked me genuinely.
The Christmas tree is up and decorated with hundreds of lights, twinkly and inside little glass cases. It's a magical thing to watch, but I have to say the baubles and hanging icicles really add the final touch. Well, the star does too...I suppose that's actually the final touch. I'm really beginning to feel in the proper mood for Christmas, and that means some stress is leaving me. Or rather, more is coming...I have many presents to buy, as well as keeping up with BLOGMAS and #thefestivetruth! Y'all better be proud of me for my determinedness.
I thought, anyway, I would do a Lush review to add some sort of variety in relevance to my recent blogs. Unfortunately, the only bath bomb I took photos of (even though my computer is being tetchy at the moment and will not let me access them!) was Lord of Misrule, a Lush product I understand to be Halloween-y. And I don't need to be reminded again by the mechanical Santas stood tall in every shop window that Halloween is long gone, but there's nothing wrong with a small recap, right? It's 8:46pm and I am actually mustering the strength to put my hands on the keyboard, so just commend me for that.
Lord of Misrule is a fresh green bath bomb with small pink specks, and is priced at £3.95. Due to its colour, you can expect why it was put in the Halloween collection. Green is usually associated with gross and scary stereotypical things that surround the end of October; zombies, mucus, brains (although I am of haste when I remind people brains are not green), ogres, goblins, the Hulk, slime/sludge, etcetera. Having said this, I am going to push away those stereotypes. Here comes my unpopular opinion (that isn't really a big deal, must I add) - Lord of Misrule is definitely and infinitely a Christmas bath bomb.
Because you have to look past the image and consider other things, like the smell, the colour, the feel, the foam and the glitter. Green and red are the main colours of Lord of Misrule and they're also the main elements of Christmas in my opinion. And recently, even though LOM was released originally in the 2013 Halloween range - take a moment of pride for me actually having researched this - Lush now consider it Christmassy. Hallelujah!
Let's get on with the review! Please note I will be adding pictures once my Mac decides to simmer down (I think the fact that I dropped it rather suddenly on my bed earlier upset it to some extent).

Bath bomb: Lord of Misrule (the name is strange, but it is inspired by the Pagan ruler of the Feast of Fools...whatever that is - but it sounds spooky, so it ticks the boxes).
Price: £3.95

Colour outside the bath: It is a fresh green colour, dotted by pink and white specks. There is a star shape carved onto the surface, a subtle but pretty touch. I find that although the outside image of Lord of Misrule may not appear as appealing as some of its competitors (Christmas Pud, Shooting for the Stars...) I think that judging a Lush bath bomb by its outside look is ridiculous. I mean, Cinders is amazing and it looks like a yellow ball that has come down with one fierce case of angry chickenpox. Big Blue lives up to its name all right, but is still one of my favourite bombs I've used.

Colour inside the bath: As to be expected, the bath bomb first bobs a little in the bathwater and turns it a lovely green, the kind that is relaxing and somewhat subtle, if that's an apt way to describe it. Pure and bubbling white foam also fizzes out from the centre, and popping can be heard due to popping candy inside. After the green and the white, bright pink erupts - now the main colour, it completely pushes out the rest, like a more reactive chemical would push a less reactive one out of its original compound. The pink is determined to become the centre of attention, but this time, it's a good thing. It's surprising and it's fresh and it's pretty in an odd way. After those colours have been swished around and the soapy bubbles disperse, the richest colour finally emerges. Deep ruby red. My bath water is suddenly stained crimson all over, like someone invisible has bled out in my bathtub (okay. Maybe not the most appealing description).  I think it would be better to describe it like red wine; elegant and rich and beautiful, and the smell was floral and fruity and fresh.
Smells: A brief description is provided above - the smell wasn't overly strong, but just enough to let you breathe happy (copyright for that phrase goes to Febreeze). It was rather like the smell of meadows, of trees bearing ripe fruit, floral and very pleasing, but also peppery with the small hint of vanilla. But my favourite thing about the smell was that it stuck. Even hours after I was out of my bath, I still smelled like heaven, and my skin was dry and all!
Pros: To put them in short...great inside colour, lovely smells, pleasurable surprises like the popping candy concealed inside, left my skin soft and smooth, left no residue after pulling the plug.
 Cons: Slightly pricey (but all bath bombs are), and it's seasonal :-(
Score out of 10: 9/10 (my consistent scorings for all my reviews are very predictable...)
Would I buy this product again? Hell yeah!

Merry Christmas! (22 days to go).
*update: I added pictures!
- olivia






Wednesday, 2 December 2015

BLOGMAS 2/12 - Random Acts of Kindness

Hey!
It's BLOGMAS day two and that means my second random act of kindness. If you want the details about this mini mission, check out my last post below this one. The gist of it is for the next twelve days I am doing one random act of kindness per day and recording it along the way on my blog and on my Instagram.
But now I'm introducing a GIFT FROM ME - it's sort of like a small giveaway. Post any picture on Instagram under the hashtag #thefestivetruth and say why you'd want to win:
1) a personalised Christmas card, hand drawn and written by me
2) a small gift (e.g pencils, pens, cute notebooks and stationery, key rings, etc)
Two people from posts under the hashtag will be randomly selected, and then I will contact you via Instagram to get hold of your address so I can send the card and gift. Please be aware that this will remain strictly secret, and if you don't feel comfortable sharing your address, then please do not enter! Depending on when this information is shared, I will post the present around the time of when I pick winners but due to postage problems and timings it may not arrive until a week or so later. If it doesn't arrive, please contact me at @floatinginatincan, my Instagram!
Get posting!

My second act of kindness today was that I cleaned and decorated my tutor room (a main classroom at my school) because the displays were peeling off without being asked. It was actually quite fun because I did it with all my friends, and I can't wait until everyone sees the difference! I don't have any photos as of course I cannot put pictures of my school publicly online, but if you want to check out my Instagram, I have posted a video of what I did using paper and signs (even with a pretty snowflake to add that Christmassy joy!).

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

BLOGMAS 1/12 - Random Acts of Kindness

Hello!
It's the 1st of December, so now we can officially say it's nearly Christmas and blast Christmassy tunes out of our radios without being scrutinised by Scrooges. For some, Christmas is only exciting due to the pile of gifts under our tree - but this isn't what Christmas is all about.
Christmas was initially of course a celebration of Jesus' birth, but speeding up to modern day it has become a crazed time of year where presents and gifts are bought and wrapped and hid until appearing again on December 25th amid the pine needles of the tree. It has also been seized as an opportunity for various companies, as they Christmas-fy everything they can set their eyes on - clothes, teddies and even Coca Cola bottles. The Christmas adverts emerge and the advent calendars, and all the tacky trees and reindeer antlers.
I'm not saying my heart isn't in Christmas. In fact, it's my favourite time of year; the one time everyone can be cheerful and to be hopeful, to spend time with their families, exchange gifts, eat too much turkey and wear the most cringeworthy jumper without being looked at too weirdly. It's when adults become children again, and for some time at least, stress leaves us.
But what I'm concerned about is when in all that busyness that the true meaning of Christmas is lost. You may laugh at this, but rest assured I am not saying that everyone should follow Christianity and decorate their homes with babies in mangers, and I'm not suggesting that everyone should tear down their decorations, bin their presents and spend the whole twelfth month praying and praising in the pews. But when did the festive part of the year become a marketing ploy? When did our brains get numbed by all the eggnog and our bodies too lazy from the mince pies to spread the truest aim of Christmas -
unity and hope?!
I mean, three kings, three shepherds, Mary and Joseph, a donkey and an ox all gathered round to see Jesus being born. They followed a star just because they believed that it would lead to good. They risked and sacrificed so much, and then we do not follow that example - instead, we fool ourselves into thinking that gift giving and money spending makes us somewhat accomplished.

Even if you aren't religious, or you don't celebrate Christmas, it doesn't take away the fact that Christmas is a time meant for spending time with the ones you love and spreading those good feelings you experience. It is about having that small rush of hope as you wake on Christmas morning, and discovering your delight downstairs - which is not necessarily presents.
That is why I'm doing BLOGMAS. The pun of the title is not to entice you nor to try and make Christmas into something it isn't, but simply to allow more of the fun back into this holiday. It will run on for 12 days (hence the 1/12 in the title) and I will be writing a blog each day even if I don't want to. I hope I will keep up with it, but if I don't, then you have permission to pester me or call me a hypocrite.
My mission is to do one random act of kindness each day for 12 days (but hopefully many after!) and record it with you on my blog. This can be simple as making a cup of tea for someone even if they don't ask for it, or drawing them a picture, or making their bed, or asking how their day went, or holding their hand, sending them a message, or giving them a hug. Or it can be buying them gloves because they always complain their hands get really cold, or a new packet of eggs because they couldn't make that omelette they were craving without them. The great thing about this is you don't have to go to extensive measures to complete the aim, but that doesn't mean that it isn't making an effort!
I am also going to video snippets of these random acts of kindness and preview them on my Instagram. If you want to check them out over the course of these twelve days, my Instagram is @floatinginatincan. If you are influenced by this blogpost and you too want to do random acts of kindness (but no pressure!) then describe them either in a caption on an Instagram post or record a video or post a picture with the hashtag #thefestivetruth 
Please note that I will probably from day 1-12 include varieties of the kindness scale (from simple things to really going out of your way to please someone).
I encourage you greatly to follow this and try it too. It is beneficial both ways, and it spreads the Christmas joy.
I present to you my first random act of kindness, 1/12/15.
I gave tea to my dad after he had been working all day without being asked; he smiled warmly and thanked me whilst hugging me afterwards. He mentioned it to my Mum, and of course, she insisted for one too after accusing me of favouritism! This all ended in a very happy atmosphere and my parents ultimately focused on things positive.



- olivia











Sunday, 22 November 2015

Some words.

Hello everyone.
As you are probably aware of if you follow me on Instagram, I am a big fan of writing in general, but what I usually share alongside my photographs are poems. Poetry is, I find, one of the best ways to express yourself. It doesn't have to rhyme and it doesn't have to have a certain number of verses, it can just contain what you feel. Write straight from the heart - as cheesy as that sounds.
If you dismiss poetry due to lack of inspiration, perhaps just write without any sort of plan inside your mind. Write whatever comes to you, because your brain is a beautiful thing, and there is a big segment brewing with ideas you only have to delve into.
Some people despise poetry - the gooey, somewhat delicate order of words that most find themselves cringing at. What usually comes to mind when someone says "poetry" is heartfelt love letters, William Shakespeare, and lots of tragic deaths. I can see why some people would label it the pits of writing.
However, I enjoy poetry a great deal, despite the fact that usually what I write about contains some element of sadness. Having being lightly chided for this by my bewildered parents, who with some sort of fright and pride attach themselves to the computer whenever they see one of my blogposts, I shan't stop. To be honest, the most powerful emotions we feel are sadness, anger, hurt. Happiness is a long-sought for thing, and when someone has it, by all means, express it through poetry. I am not saying I am not happy, only that the feelings I wish to express are the ones I want to shrug off and get out of my system - sadness, anger, hurt, angst, annoyance, frustration, anxiety, worry. They are small scales of these emotions; I am lucky to have faith in myself and self-esteem, and I pick myself back up again. But they are there all the same, and everyone at a point in their lives has those feelings.
Sometimes, poems don't take the effect of "shaking it off". It is often that a poem will address what feelings you are having, because acknowledging them and understanding what they are is the first step in actually trying to express them and move on.
I present to you some poems I have written to help me through stages where I feel such things listed above, and where I have felt happier as a result of it.

connection                                                   Ag

I saw a bird with flitting wings,                       a small touch,                
frail and thin against the sky.                         to a yielding man,
The starkness of the silhouette,                     leaves my hand one full of silver.
arched the shape passing by.                        It is with astonishment he looks,
A single moment, it caught my eye,               at the glassy gifts before him;
poised and moving swiftly;                             the hues of his face turning
a single diver, a lone traveller,                       anything but bland,
I bear much resemblance.                             a rush of scarlet from a man who never
It is lonesome in one tree,                             ceased to stop thinking about the silver.
a branch covered by twigs.                           here was his fantasy, in my hands,
I see no sort of matter,                                  taken from his very soul,
where it is acceptable to be alone.               that no one else could acclaim.
Perhaps no one really is -                             A world of greed no longer,
a thought I deemed cliché.                           for this was the true element.
But when I saw a bird with flitting wings,     "Not me," he would say, "I am not something
I also saw its eyes. Beady and afraid,          to draw beauty from."
but fixed all the same,                                  His nose, so hooked,
on my very own.                                           His eyes, so small,
I bear much resemblance.                            darting from place to place and pretending
                                                                     not to see
                                                                    the gazes swept away from his face.
                                                                     He grew numbed to these diverted glances,
                                                                     so he focused on the silver.
                                                                     Something he could not reach but he stretched
                                                                     out anyway,
                                                                     the pure, young boy excitement encasing him,
                                                                     and he'd cope. He'd cope,
                                                                     with his happy bubble.
                                                                     He'd see the silver.
                                                                     We acquire such rarity from ourselves,
                                                                     and we realise it comes from within.
                                                                     I held out my palm, upwards,
                                                                     coral pink skin against his pale flesh,
                                                                     The same tone of silver,
                                                                     glassy and white like the surface of the water.
                                                                     Everyone was jealous of his silver,
                                                                     but the light falls to dusk.
                                                                     And to everyone's dismay,
                                                                     the silver's mesmerising light falls away.

acceptance                                     broken pieces

is it honest to say                                         I cannot give you a piece of me,
that once something is gone,                       for then the jigsaw falls away.
it is only then that the world falls away?      what am I then, but jumbled pieces,
or is it more pragmatic to admit,                  thrown across the floor;
after the endless flitting of thoughts,            in anger and in confusion,
that you fall away from the world?               and without patience.
Time keeps on flying,                                   How childish it is, to react in such
Red lights turn to green.                               a manner,
The sun melts into the horizon,                    but how human all the same -
as the sky turns to dark;                               to find such perplexity
like butter in a saucepan.                              in the heart of your affairs.
But no one considers                                    The pure principals of a puzzle,
to reach through the fog,                              is to figure it out,
to grasp your hand                                       and to solve;
and pull you through                                    but how must someone face a challenge,
the blur,                                                        that concerns their very self?
the emptiness,                                              How must they work out an answer,
the dark.                                                       that brings them to a point
Because they only see your                         where they are utterly in control?
glazed eyes,                                                 Life is spiralling, endlessly,
and your wavering glance.                            and you are only an atom,
They only dismiss you for                             a figment;
crazy,                                                             but how daunting would it be
depressed,                                                    to become part of a bigger puzzle?
anxious.                                                        So I shall stay wrapped,
Words that hardly express                            and I will not stray,                      
what you are feeling,                                    from my pieces.
that do not improve                                       I am afraid.
the rampage of your brain -                           I am too afraid.
a silent battle -
an invisible battle to the eye.
Is it perhaps selfless of all to say,
to get yourself through the day,
everything will be okay, won't it?
Won't it?

inbetween
the spiralling of torment,
we lie trapped,
gasping for clutches of
the sweet air,
just to fill our heads
with something else.
but still, air escapes,
but the cycle, the circle,
the water,
keeps on running.
Loose hands, numbed
fingers,
the frightening prospect
of losing your warmth,
and the emptiness,
and the silence so loud,
so loud and roaring
so fiercely in our ears,
it becomes sound.
We lay, lay still,
and the water takes us.
It begins slowly at first,
with cautious touches
and fast
so fast,
envelops, and wraps;
the pleasure fuelling its
seeking, and from us,
we only feel a cold blanket.
The skin is smooth and pure,
the hair so slick against the scalps,
the eyelashes long and black.
But still, my breath catches,
and still, I am grasping
for clutches of sweet air.
Because however peaceful the
concept of being lost may seem,
it is without hope,
and without direction.
To lose yourself so willingly,
must be truly at your end -
to feel the waters running,
and lose the humanity to fend.



- Olivia













Tuesday, 10 November 2015

How to Avoid/Cope with Stress (a completely non-expert's guide)

Everyone has a healthy dose of stress. I say 'healthy dose', but stress isn't healthy, not really. Stress can lead to all sorts of problems. It's a regular saying only adults feel proper stress, but this isn't true. Anyone can feel stress. Some more severely, I'll admit, but everyone can feel stress. Stress is a mental emotion felt when someone thinks they cannot meet certain expectations.
I'm going to share my method of coping with stress. Let me say that I am no sort of professional and I'm purely writing this blog in the hope I can help others, because one of the most common side effects of stress is this - you feel helpless. You cannot reach out because usually, you have no idea how. I've felt this before and I wish to lessen the amount of others who have the same feelings.
1) RELEASE IT.
Bottling up stress is the worst method of trying to cope with it. It may seem like a good idea at the time, because you may feel like you can't tell anyone why you feel stressed because it appears awkward or embarrassing, but releasing stress doesn't mean necessarily you have to talk to someone. However, I do recommend talking to someone who knows and understands you. Even if they don't relate to your problems, there is one thing they will relate to: the feeling of stress. The self-doubt. The anxiety and worry that seems to some days sweep you off your feet. Because even though it may not seem like it, everyone suffers from a little bit of stress. There is no one that lives and prances in their endlessly happy world for their entire life - those people do not exist; they remain a fantasy.

Talking to someone definitely gives a new perspective. They can reassure you, offer their opinions, comfort you. Even if it doesn't take much effect and you have sunk deep into the pit which is stress and you can barely breathe the air anymore, talking about your feelings is almost like pulling a plug on your emotions. They flood out and generally, it makes you feel better. The bathtub runs dry.
If you really don't want to talk to people, or you feel uncomfortable about it, there are several other ways to express your stress.
2) DANCE IT OUT.
Dance. Shake that booty. And I mean to HAPPY songs. Songs that uplift your mood - however tempting it is to listen to every Adele song ever made on repeat, it will not help you. You can relate to the lyrics, perhaps, but it will not make you feel any better. Unless you perhaps think Adele's problems may be a lot worse than yours, and that makes you feel better...in a dark and twisty sort of way.
But dancing it out is just another way of expressing emotions, just not through speech. Even if you can't dance, just do a little jiggle, a little wiggle of the hips. It can't hurt.
3) WRITE IT DOWN.
Another good way of releasing your feelings is to write them down. Just let them spill out as messily onto the page. It doesn't have to be good or poetic, just what you feel - raw and unfiltered. Even if you don't read it back one day, even if you never give it a second thought, I guarantee it will make you feel better. Try and keep a journal, but don't let it hang over you; there is no pressure to write in it daily or weekly or monthly. Just whenever you need to.
4) RELAX, BUT DON'T DISMISS.
Sometimes, stress can just be cured by a little alone time. Take a bubble bath, make a playlist, drink some tea, watch every single episode of PLL. My relaxation methods usually consist of a hot bath with a Lush bath bomb, bucketloads of tea, cosy blankets, drawing, writing and breathing. Take some deep breaths. Remind yourself why you are lucky to have certain things in your life.
I also find watching the world around you helps. Even if it's only for a few minutes, sit outside and watch a landscape that strikes you as beautiful. Watch it and revel in that moment for as long as you can - clear your head a little.
But don't, I repeat DON'T, dismiss your stress. Because dismissing it won't make it go away permanently. You need to prepare yourself for whatever is making you feel stressed. It may be school, work, even family or friend issues. Whatever it is, you will feel better if you brace yourself for it. Face it and be ready. Or a little ready. 1% ready, because no one is ever 100% ready - nerves are okay. Nerves are normal.
If it is some sort of test, revise for it. Prepare for it. Even if you hear people slagging it off and saying it's okay not to revise, it is very likely they will get worse than you. Even if you don't revise, even if you don't do as well as you wanted to, don't be majorly upset. It happens to everyone. Mistakes are chances to learn, chances to advance. IT IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.
5) BE POSITIVE.
Being a pessimist is never going to get you anywhere. You might be naturally a grumpy person, but you've got to find that tiny little ray of sunshine inside of you. Even if it is miniscule. Even if it is barley felt on the surfaces of Antartica. You have to find it and use it to the fullest extent you can.
The more positive you feel, the better you will feel if you make a mistake, and the better you will feel generally.
6) ACCEPT YOU ARE NOT PERFECT.
Everyone wants to strive to be the best they can be. But the best is different for everyone, and everyone fails. No one is a genius who never fails, and that is what makes us human.
Perfection does not exist and it never will exist. Just remember you are you, and however corny it sounds, that is the best thing to hold on to, and the most important thing. Never lose yourself, because whatever mistakes you make, they do not define you.
It boils down to feeling comfortable in your own skin, and finding that one thing that makes you happy with yourself. Even if you are not the best at it.
- Olivia 

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Gooey Chocolate Honeycomb

So. The autumnal series of posts thing, well, it didn't quite work out. Technical difficulties and school, really, stopped that. I know that October is over, but I'm still going to pretend it's autumn and not slowly descending into frosty winter.
I'm just going to show you how to make honeycomb for those kind of days where you're shut inside in the warmth, the fire on, with a baggy jumper on with your sleeves bundled around your hands.

Honeycomb, I find, is a sweet, gooey treat that can be stored and eaten especially at this time of year. Its title is deceiving, as it actually contains no honey at all, but is nicknamed so for its distinctive air holes that are similar to the honeycomb patterns bees create. It is actually pure caramel, so if you're looking for something low in sugar, this isn't your recipe! 

Gooey Chocolate Honeycomb:
You will need:
A deep saucepan
Butter (for greasing)
Greasing paper
200g of caster sugar
5 tbsp of golden syrup (maple syrup is too thick a consistency I find, so golden syrup is best)
1½ tsp of bicarbonate of soda 
Dark chocolate bar (chopped)
Double boiler OR light, non-plastic bowl

Firstly, you need to find a tray - I used around a 30cm rectangular tin. Line greasing paper on the tray you pick, making sure it fits the perimeters of the tray. Next, grease the tray using a block of butter (it can also be margarine) and cover the paper. The idea of this is so the honeycomb doesn't stick, so add more butter than needed rather than less just to be safe. I'm not told greasing paper tastes very nice!

Select a deep saucepan and pour in the caster sugar and the golden syrup. Stir steadily over a low heat until all of the sugar grains have disappeared, otherwise your honeycomb will be grainy in texture.

Once the sugar has melted, turn up the heat a little and simmer until the caramel turns a golden brown. This shouldn't take long, and make sure to not let it get past this colour as it will crystallise. As soon as the golden brown colour is achieved, turn the heat off quickly and tip the bicarbonate of soda into the mixture - it should froth (this is a good sign!). Make sure when measuring the teaspoons that the bicarbonate of soda is flat and level to the spoon's height in order to not put in too much. If you put in too much bicarbonate of soda, it results in a bitter taste once the honeycomb has hardened that ruins the initial flavour (I've made this mistake in the past!).


Once the bicarbonate has been stirred in, pour the mixture onto your tray (be careful as it will be very hot). It may not fill the tray completely, which is fine - don't be tempted to spread it out, as it will break its thickness very easily and result in uneven chunks. If it isn't spreading out at all, tip the tray back and forth and let the mixture spread by itself; if you opt by this method, be sure to tip it not very long after it has been put onto the tray, otherwise it will quickly stick.
Now comes the even simpler part: you wait.
If you plan to eat it a little later on, I'd say leave the honeycomb at room temperature for around 1hr 30mins - 2hrs, and if it is still liquid, put it in the fridge and frequently check on its condition. 
If you want to eat it quickly, put it in the fridge for around 10min, but keep checking on its condition.
Be aware that the honeycomb shouldn't be completely hardened,  and still quite sticky and bendy. A good way to tell is to bend one side of the honeycomb slightly upwards. It should bend quite far and not break.

At this stage, you can either wait for the honeycomb to cool and then make the chocolate, or make the chocolate whilst the honeycomb cools, depending on when you want to serve it. In my case I made
the chocolatey covering whilst the honeycomb cooled. Place chopped chocolate into a double boiler over medium-low heat OR get a pot of lightly steaming water (this can be boiled in a kettle) and pour 
into a pot. Place the bowl into the pot, making sure that no water enters, and place the chopped chocolate inside. Put the pot on a medium-low heat and make sure to constantly stir the chocolate around the bowl as it melts. If you don't, the chocolate will easily burn and the taste will be ruined.
Unfortunately, when I made it the lighting was awful as it was in the evening,
so these pictures are from the internet. But mine looked virtually the same.
Continue to stir until the chocolate becomes smooth and shiny (ensure all chunks have melted) and then take off the heat and wait to cool. While it cools, break up the now-cooled honeycomb with a rolling pin (I myself used a pestle - the rounded stick - from a mortar and pestle) by basically bashing it in the centre until it cracks.
Once in pieces, you have dippy gooey chocolate honeycomb pieces!
Enjoy.