Friday, 31 May 2013

Arts and Crafts

Yesterday, whilst talking to a friend over Skype, I got the idea of making something by weaving pages of magazines together. He made his own little strip which was pretty cool so I thought I'd make something that, as well as for show, is usable and practical. I made a box. I know it's not brilliant but it was a good start.  I had some help from other sites on how to make one and it now holds my hair straighteners and hair curlers. I'm also in the process of making one to hold my stationery just so I can make a bit of space in my very cluttered cabinet.

The sites that helped me were:

This only took me about an hour. I have a lot of magazines lying around - they're all clothing magazines. I used a mix of pages from an Asos magazine and a H&M magazine. The pages were different sizes and the ones from the H&M mag were slightly thicker. I started in my room then realized it would be a lot easier doing this on an actual table so I moved downstairs to the dining table. 

The box wasn't exactly brilliant but this was only my first go and yes, that is the Sesame Street poster on my wall. The box isn't big, it's about 20cm tall. When I finished making one side, I thought I could use it as a cover for one of my sketch pads then found it was too small. The front and back pieces are reinforced with cardboard to help  the box stand up. I really should've done the same with the sides. I used a lot of tape.

Also, about 2 weeks ago I made a mood board from the images in my magazines. I thought it would be nice to share this as well.

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

Hunting For Shoes

Considering that I didn't sleep two nights ago and I slept around 12am last night, I am really tired. But, today was an important day. Today was the day I had to find my my shoes for prom. It sounds like no big deal - prom is two months away but knowing me, if I didn't make a move towards finding shoes, tights, a bag, anything, I'd be going to prom in my pyjamas.

Anyway, I woke up today around 9am; I had to force myself. Usually, I'd wake up around 12pm when there's no school but I was meeting up with my friends at 11am. I rushed getting changed and decided to skip breakfast. I bought a pretzel when I reached the shopping centre. It was the first thing that I did before finding my friends - they were in McDonald's.

I won't go through every single detail of the trip. Frankly, I'm just too tired. We visited about 20 shops and I think I tried on around 25 pairs of shoes. I really didn't have much luck today - the shoes I found were either too expensive, too big/small, or just not my style. Some were also really uncomfortable. There was a pair of heels in New Look that I just fell in love with - they were cheap but durable and so comfortable. However, they weren't my size! My mood just dropped then and I seriously felt like giving up but I really wanted to get a pair today before I lost the motivation to shop for them. We went to a few more shops and, eventually, after 3 hours... I found a pair of shoes that suited me and were pretty comfortable from Debenhams. I still would have preferred the ones from New Look but they were fine. For now. I haven't taken the price tag off and I kept the receipt. If there ever comes a time where I go back to New Look and get those heels in my size, I will return the ones I bought today. 

I did get sidetracked during the shopping and bought a red and white cropped top from Topshop. I made sure I had money for other things than the shoes since I knew that something like that would happen. Before the little shopping trip today, I did have my eye on a pair of shoes from New Look - different from the ones today - that were slightly cheaper than the ones I bought. Can you tell that I really love that shop?

Anyway, I bought my shoes and a pair of tights to wear. I'm fine with showing my legs when I'm wearing shorts but with a dress? No way! They do match my skin-tone and I wore the whole outfit today to make sure I didn't look ridiculous. I liked how I looked - you could see the scars I have on my legs but that wasn't much of a problem. I'm not really looking to stand out during prom but I would like to get noticed.

All I need now are some accessories and since everything I have right now is black, I was thinking I should wear a gold necklace and bracelets just to bring some colour onto my outfit. 

Sunday, 26 May 2013

Summer Plans

Since I have no school this week and an extended summer holiday I thought it would be a good idea to fill it with something other than sleeping all day and playing Guitar Hero until my fingers bleed like last year. I did go out quite a lot (shopping, movies, a few picnics) but I didn't really do anything for myself. I did those things to kill time or just to be with my friends. So, this year I'm planning on doing stuff that would benefit me. This doesn't mean that I'm going to shut myself away from the world around me. It just means that I'm going to spend some time for myself which I don't do a lot of. My summer plans are as follows:

1. I am going to complete all textile and design projects that I started but never finished. This was either because of a lack of time or a lack of interest. Most of the time it was both. I have a few unfinished bag designs that I really want to complete and hopefully make so I can use them for school. It's probably the easiest way to advertise myself for when I become more successful (hopefully).

2. I am going to tone up. I hate wearing swimsuits - not because they're uncomfortable but because I'm uncomfortable. I see other women or teens my age looking awesome in their swimwear at the beach and I'm just there... It's time to change that. I try really hard to not let society's perception of beauty get to me but I am just a person and sometimes I will give in.

3. Okay, this one's a little different - I am going to complete the whole of Gundam: Dynasty Warriors game on the Xbox 360. I have been playing that thing for nearly 3 years and still have not completed. I came close to it last year then the disks broke and I thought that my life was over. A few months ago, I discovered that they still work but I can't play one of the game's modes which is really annoying. Anyway, I will finish what I can on this and finally break away from it's grasp. It's really addictive.

4. I am going to buy a whole new wardrobe for 6th form. Half of my wardrobe consists of clothes from about 5 years ago and they don't fit me anymore. It's time to give those away and fill the spaces in with more current and trendy clothes. My style has also changed from when I was 11 so it has to be done. Considering I don't have that much money, I am going to hit the charity shops more than the shops at the shopping center. 

And that's my summer planned.

Friday, 24 May 2013

I Stepped In A Puddle

This is probably not the first time you've heard this (especially if you're a Brit) but the weather is so irrational and mean. Very mean. Let's start with this this morning. I woke up to find that there's been an earthquake in Russia. The BBC news said that "fortunately, it was in a place that isn't very populated" or something like that. However, I don't think it matters that there weren't that many people. They were still startled and some are probably in shock.

Around 11am I started to get ready for work and the rain just poured and poured. An hour later, just before reaching the door of the shop, I was already drenched. My dad decided it would be better to drive me to work since there was no way I was getting the bus during the heavy rain. The walk from the car to the shop was a mere 5 metres, maybe 6 but that doesn't matter. I was still very soaked. But, once I was inside, I felt like I could finally breathe. It was calm; there weren't that many customers. I could get on with work straight away and meet some new people since I usually work on a Saturday morning. I felt like I was safe again - at least for the next 3 and a half hours.

Once I finished work, I had to brave the rain which got even worse. When I got outside, my dad's car wasn't parked there yet and I was screaming inside. I went to Greggs (that's a British bakery for those that don't know) and bought myself two glazed doughnuts. They had way too much sugar in them but I can't really complain since they were only 55p each and I ate them both. My dad's car still wasn't there when I got back so I took shelter under one of the buildings nearby. Frankly, I was kinda scared and I looked a bit like I was waiting for a date that would never arrive. This was also quite far from where I guessed my dad was going to park.

When I saw his car driving up I started to walk towards it (obviously) and I expected it to stop. But, he didn't. I'm guessing he didn't see me since he kept driving so I followed him. This meant going back out in the rain and, of course, I ran like my life depended on it. He stopped in one of the nearby carparks and he was probably going to call me to come over. He didn't know that I was already running but managed to notice me when I thought it was a brilliant idea to run across the parking spaces and not use the paths. I stepped into a really deep puddle just before I got to the car. My dad, being the man that he is, got really annoyed that I got the inside of his car dirty but I found it hard to care. I was more concerned about the fact that I nearly drowned in the rain - it was that bad!

Anyway, I hope the rest of you stay safe and have better luck than me.

Thursday, 23 May 2013

Break Time!

Okay, I've completed five exams and tomorrow I don't even have to come into school. My first break from all of this. I still have work tomorrow since I can't work on Saturday but I don't really mind that.

So, what's going to happen in the week ahead? The half term! Well, I am babysitting during the weekend which is quite boring but I know that the rest of the week will be fun and, knowing me, full of sleep. I am still on the hunt for the perfect prom shoes too. It's difficult to find a pair of shoes that won't make me look too tall since my boyfriend and I are around about the same height.

The first exam when I return to school is History: 1890-1918. Am I ready? Kind of. I just need to revise the Cuban Revolution, The Missile Crisis, Events in Vietnam and The Causes of the First World War. You could say that I'm unprepared. I am.

Wednesday, 22 May 2013


Comfort is probably the most important thing in my life. If I don't feel comfortable, whether it be with a person or place, I will leave - I've done it before. The reason I'm saying this is because I absolutely hate sitting in an exam hall. You're expected to sit facing forward so you don't see other people. Now, I wouldn't mind this at all if there was space under the desk for me to cross my legs but no, I have sit with them next to each other. Also, the desks aren't really the best things to lean on. When I finish my exams early, I want to lie down on them and it hurts my back so I can only do this for so long. They're also too high up to rest my arms on. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only who feels like this.

However, my room is probably the most relaxing place on earth. My pillows are like marshmallows and I have an "L" shaped pillow that I can hug when I sleep. If my room was an exam hall, I'm pretty sure that I'd actually love exams. This morning, I was meant to go to a revision session for my exam in the afternoon and I woke up at the time that it started (oops). I blame my bed. That thing is like heaven and my teddy bear is probably the softest thing ever. Yes, I am a 16 year old that sleeps with a teddy bear and you may think that's lame but seriously, it's really comfortable.

My room is also a very girly shade of hot pink - I'm more of a purple person but I've already had my walls repainted twice because I keep peeling the paint off in my sleep. Don't ask me how because it confuses me as well... I'm pretty sure there's a ghost in my room that does this to annoy me in the mornings. I also have a very big poster of the Sesame Street characters which is awesome! To balance that I have slightly smaller posters of Alex Pettyfer, Taylor Lautner and Siva from "The Wanted". I don't know why I have them since I don't really find them that attractive (sorry). I guess I feel that they're neccessary to complete a typical teenage girl's bedroom. If I had a choice I would definitely have more Sesame Street posters and maybe one of Yo Gabba Gabba. My room is my paradise.

Anyway, if the exam hall was brighter and nicer to be in then I'm pretty sure we'd all be more awake and willing to take the exams. I know that teenagers don't exactly have the best reputations in society and we always complain about school which doesn't help but if the exams were made to be more interesting and exciting, the grades would most definitely rise. Don't you agree?

3 exams done, 12 more to go.

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

Meeting Me

During my walk home today I realized that I am a really awkward and shy person. I avoided eye contact with everyone that walked past me and I even walked a different route home today because I saw people I have never seen before down the path of my usual way. Those who know me will probably disagree saying I'm really outgoing but the truth is that I never meet anyone directly. I make friends and know people through other people and, if you backtrack long enough, you'll find that the people that starts this off are my parents. They will introduce me to someone who will then introduce me to someone else. Occasionally, like during school and lessons, I will make friends with the people I'm forced to sit next to. Usually, I just sit there quietly and avoid eye contact as much as I can. The more someone gets to know me, the more insane I become around them.

Anyway, as I was walking past people, I was pulling on my sleeves, playing with my bag and constantly checking my phone; the usual signs of nervousness and the common ways to distance yourself from other people (I looked it up). Most of the time, whenever I have a long sleeved top on, I will bite the sleeve's ends until holes form. I don't know why but it's turned into a really bad habit. I know this blog is not that popular and most of the people that read this are across the ocean in America but, if there ever does come a time where you see me, which is unlikely because I haven't really given a clear picture of what I look like, then you're going to have to make the approach in the least intimidating way possible - don't run towards me. If I ignore you then sorry but I really don't like talking to new people. I can barely manage in keeping up with the friends I have now.

However, on camera, I am not as shy. I'm probably labelled "vain" by every person who has got me on Facebook. This doesn't mean that I'm confident. No way. In my opinion, it just means that I want to look good and make a good enough first impression. I can't take "funny" pictures with my tongue sticking out to the side, or doing a weird pose; a simple smile is all I can manage.

Two exams done, thirteen more to go.

Monday, 20 May 2013

Bring It On

This morning I had my first exam - English Literature. Trust me, it was so intense - I had a mental breakdown for about 10 seconds. It was just a rush but I recovered quickly. The exam paper looked so different from the mock exams that I was wondering whether or not I was in the right place.

Anyway, once the exam started I just wrote and wrote and wrote. Our teachers advised us to plan first but I didn't. I felt so pushed with the time I had that I just wanted it over and done with. However, I did put my all into it. I wasn't going to slack off; I'm taking English Literature for A-Levels and I need this grade to be great! I managed to finish with five minutes left which was enough time to quickly read over my work and make sure it was actually legible. Great tip for exams guys: Make sure you write neat. If the examiner can't read it, they won't mark it. They have hundreds of papers to go through and I doubt it's a fun job. If they can't read something, they won't spend hours trying to decipher it.

Now, I'm here, at home eating a bowl of cereal. I didn't have breakfast because I was only at school for a mere hour and a half. I feel better now that the first exam is over and done with and I only have fourteen more to go... Yay...

What else can I say other than "Bring it on!"?

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Let's Be Honest

Okay, so everyone seems to be posting really big paragraphs about the last 5 years of their lives with everyone at school on Facebook. I'm tempted to join in but it's so cliche and the words in each paragraph I read pretty much all say the same overly dramatized thing. So, I figured that I'll have my take on it. Ready?

The last five years have been awesome; I've made friends, got over my lack of self confidence (mostly), and I found where I fit in. But, it wasn't all brilliant and amazing. 

Firstly, I've lost friends as well as gained friends. I grew apart with the people that I thought I'd stick by with forever - my friends from primary school barely talk to me and the group of people that I was with in Year 7 don't really speak to me anymore either. Overall, I think that only around 5 people still talk to me from Year 7. Most of the friends I have are made up of the people I met within the last 2 years. 

I want to say the cliches like "I'll miss you all dearly" and "I'll never forget you guys" but I can't. Why? Because we're all going to see each other again on Monday for our first exam and most of us are staying in the same school for Sixth Form. Let's not forget, school is only one place and friends can still meet up outside of school; we're not limited to having friends within school. I think that most people forget this and just say their goodbyes for no real reason. Yes, you won't see them as often but this shouldn't affect your friendship in anyway if you actually liked each other and are loyal friends.

I did say goodbye to quite a few people but that's only because they're not just moving school - they're also moving to a different place altogether. Will I miss them? Yes, but I doubt it will be for a long time. They weren't really in my group of friends so I guess I'm not affected by all of this. 

As for me, I've changed. I'm a better person than I was when I was 11. I'm not as shy or as worried about what other people think of me. I've learnt to appreciate life. I don't know if this is because I was more exposed to the situations other people were in or because I learnt to overcome the more difficult stages of life like finding where you fit in and straying away from the materialistic person I once was. I had a habit of telling people where all of my clothes came from - especially if they were expensive - and now I'm a person who's working in a charity shop and actually admiring the clothes in there. Before, I would have never dared to take a step into one.

So, this is my take on the last five years. I've grown (more mentally than physically; I'm pretty short) and I'm happy. 

Reading all of the other paragraphs got me thinking as well. How many people actually mean what they say?

Thursday, 16 May 2013

The Last Day

As you all know (considering I've been talking about it a lot), this was my last day of Year 11 before the exams and, oh my god, it was like everything was moving at the speed of light. Shirts were being signed everywhere I turned and there were tears, laughs, farewells and, of course, practical jokes.

Okay, let's go right back to the beginning of the day - I woke up at 5:30am! Normal? No way. I was pretty shocked myself when I saw the time on my phone which, by the way, was resting beside me on my bed since I fell asleep in the middle of a conversation with my boyfriend (oops). Anyway, I decided to go back to sleep considering it was way too early to do anything and woke up again around 7am - much better! I went downstairs and had a bowl of cereal (yes, breakfast is a thing I do now) and then changed and left. I took a spare shirt with me for signing since we weren't allowed to get the top that we were wearing signed.

Moving on, when we were in registration, chaos erupted. No one could settle. Everyone just wanted to say their farewells and sign each other shirts. I got mine signed by friends - old and new - and some other people in my form decided to join in. I didn't mind that but I really wanted our form tutor to sign it too.

During our first lesson which was PE, the teachers thought it would be a good idea to spend the last ever PE lesson with us playing parachute and playground games. This was probably the most fun I have ever had in a PE lesson. There was so much energy and laughter and, amazingly, no casualties although someone did step on my leg when we played ladder; it was a very dangerous game.

Next was our Maths lesson (we had a break in between) and my maths teacher, the best teacher ever, was on the brink of tears but she managed to hold it back. She attempted to teach the class for about ten minutes then realized we weren't going to pay attention; she gave up. The whole lesson was spent taking pictures and signing shirts and giving Miss her presents - she deserved them, especially the card from Carys ( and I. We love her loads and she was so funny. That lesson also consisted of a very dangerous game of "Shnap!" and, frankly, I sucked at it. I was always the last one to react and it was just so confusing. Don't bother trying to figure out the game because I had no clue what was happening half of the time.

Then, it was science and, again, no work happened. We're all aware that are exams are happening - they've already started - but, we still wanted to have fun on the last day. Some people though got too carried away. About halfway through class a stink bomb when off. The culprit was caught eventually but it did mean the deodorants and perfumes had to be used to the max to try and eliminate the stench. It was dreadful.

Fast forward to the final assembly: there were tears, laughs and lots of goodbyes. Most of the teachers were like waterfalls! The water was just gushing from their eyes. There were photos of the year sliding across the background: the guys in dresses, the girls in equally silly outfits and sports days over the years. I'll be honest - I did get very emotional but I managed to hide it quite well. I wasn't going to make a fool of myself!

I hate saying goodbye but I know I had to. To all of my friends leaving, just know that you were awesome and I will miss you greatly. This was the best year ever!

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Say Cheese!

The photo taking has started and guess who was the one person who didn't wear any make up today? That's  right. Me. I wore mascara but that didn't really make much of a difference to my face.

We had pictures taken of our technology class last week and pictures of the Italian class and Business Studies class today. I tried to hide myself but somehow I wound up at the front of each photo both times! I don't know how I managed that but, looking at the photos, I say that they weren't that terrible.

Anyways, I'm guessing that more and more photos will be taken tomorrow; it is our last day after all. Also, we all get our shirts signed by everyone in the year. My only fear is that my shirt will be barely covered since I don't have that many friends. Hopefully, the day will go well; the sun will shine, the birds will sing and I won't leave with tears. I'm actually quite happy that I'm leaving already - I guess that the shock of leaving hasn't hit me as much as it has with everyone else because I know that I'm going to see most of them after summer. Not a lot of people are actually moving school this year. However, it will most definitely hit me after 6th Form. Why? It's the time that we're all going our separate ways. No one's coming back to school; it's all about the universities and apprenticeships.

I know there'll be a lot of goodbyes tomorrow - I just hope I don't have to say goodbye to people I never expected to leave.

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Hello Goodbyes (With A Lot Of Food)

So this morning I woke up pretty early (6:30am to be exact) and, usually, I wake up around 7am. I was tired and my eyes would not open but I managed to have breakfast and this was probably the first time I had breakfast in over two months. After that, it was the usual routine; got dressed, brushed my teeth and grabbed an apple on the way out to eat whilst I walk to school.

Skipping forward to registration time (or in America: "Home Room".. I think) and we were welcomed with a box full of donuts and other pastries in the middle of the room. Our form tutor (who is probably the best form tutor ever) decided to start our farewells and our day with a nice breakfast. I was so full by the time I got to my form room that I didn't even eat my apple yet. But, I managed to have two cinnamon rolls; they did look pretty tasty.

During break, I had my apple and it was delicious. It didn't fill me up that much - not that it needed to. I should probably mention at this stage that I usually don't eat anything until lunch. It's not that I'm obsessively conscious about what I eat, I just can't get myself to eat in the mornings. Anyway, by the time it was history, around 11:20am, our history teacher decided to celebrate our last ever History lesson with a pretend jaffa cake for each person. I say "pretend" - they were store brand cakes not actual Jaffa Cakes. By this point in the day I was really full and I know it sounds silly because they're just snacks and small things but it doesn't take a lot to fill up my stomach. Also, it was during this lesson that our teacher revealed she would be our Head of Year from September.

When it was lunch time there were no queues for hot dinners so one of my friends and I decided to take advantage and buy one for a change; usually I have a sandwich and a cookie. Like I said, it doesn't take a lot to fill me up. We had sausages, mashed potatoes and corn with gravy. The whole plate was scrumptious and so was the dessert.

I didn't mind this change of routine however, I did mind that I had way too much food for my stomach to cope with and the problems started to show from the point that I started walking home. I tried to hide it and did it quite well; I was developing a stomach ache. By the time I got home, I was met with a chocolate cake and, trust me, I could not resist! This was a cake covered in melted chocolate and it was dripping down the sides. By this point, all the pains were much worse but I managed to eat a slice.

Now, I'm sitting here with a stomache ache and an empty plate next to me as well as my revision books (obviously).

Monday, 13 May 2013


Okay, so I've pretty much had enough of teachers; not all of them but most of them.

Sometimes I feel that teachers forget who they're talking to. We're children, we make mistakes - a lot of them, and we forget. Our minds are distracted every few minutes so it's really hard to keep us on task sometimes. I know this and yet I do it. However, I don't think teachers realize that we're not going to be the perfect students. We're not robots or soldiers. We don't function with a built-in system of "Dos" and "Don'ts". I know it's frustrating. Sometimes I sit in class wanting to punch that certain person who's purposely distracting the whole class but other times, honestly, it's funny.

Teachers that are also parents understand. I can see this in their faces. They want to laugh and they want to shout. They know what kids are like and yet they decide to work with them for a living. I feel that I can co-operate better when my teacher is also a parent. This doesn't make them better or nicer but it does make them more understanding and more approachable. Alternatively, when the teacher isn't a parent but acknowledges that they were once in our position, it does also make me more comfortable to be around them.

We're under a lot of pressure. We're expected to act like adults but are treated like little children. We're given boundaries in life.

But, do you know what I hate the most? Those teachers that wait. They just stand there, monitoring the class like a security camera just waiting for someone to do something wrong. As soon as something happens, they're straight in there with the shouting and the warnings. It's like they practice at home.

Moreover, another thing I hate (not to the same degree) are the teachers that are lazy. They give you a worksheet and expect you to do it with absolutely no guidance or don't care if you don't do any work at all. Most students take advantage of this kind of teacher - even me - and do absolutely no work whatsoever for the whole 1 hour and 30 minutes I'm in that classroom. It's so much fun but it does have an effect in the long run especially during revision. I've felt it. The stress as you try to recall the memories of that day hoping you remember even just one fact that you may have seen or heard. You sit there, looking at a blank page in your notebook with a small doodle in the corner  thinking "Why? Why did I do no work?"

Teachers need to learn too.

Sunday, 12 May 2013


Having a blog is quite difficult. I still consider myself new to all of this and I've already run out of ideas on what to talk about next. I know most blogs have their tutorials and weekly updates and all the rest of it but that's actually quite difficult to do.

This blog has no topic within it. It's literally about anything I feel like talking about but there's only so much that I can say. I'm not trying to be some well-known inspirational person. Frankly, I can't deal with the attention of more than 5 people at a time; it scares me. People scare me.

Right now I feel very limited. It's like none of my ideas are good enough to talk about or that there isn't enough to talk about. This doesn't mean that this blog is going to be stopped. I've already given up on my YouTube channel so there's no way that I'm going to give up on this.

On the other hand, I do need a break. Not at this very moment in time but eventually I'll have to pause and focus on other things that are more important like the exams that I keep going on about. They're my priority and when they're all done and out of the way, then I'm sure that ideas will keep coming and coming. After all,  the summer is next and I know a lot's going to happen then. No more studying and no more school.

Also, because only a few people actually read this blog, I have no idea what to say on here. I have no guidance from my own audience so I just go with what I feel like writing. I don't know if what I blog is what you want me to however, I do know that I'm doing something right or else no one would be coming back to this.

Friday, 10 May 2013

Happy Birthday

It's my dad's birthday and we celebrated, obviously, by going to a Chinese restaurant then coming home so full that all we can do is sit here in the living room. We're not even watching TV.

Before this, we went to the city's shopping centre after school and roamed around but didn't really buy anything except for cookies. I was also on the hunt for shoes for prom but I didn't really find anything I liked and a pair that would match my dress so I guess it's back to exploring the internet to see what I may find.

My dad was being his usual self - singing in a mock Chinese accent with the songs playing in the restaurant (and doing it quite loudly!), pointing at everything he liked in the shop windows going "I want that for my birthday! And that and that!" and of course, biting my finger whilst I was feeding him pretzel. Yes, this was in public and was in perfect timing with my friends, who just so happened to be there, walking past and witnessing what was happening. It's fair to say that my dad is one of the most embarrassing dads on the planet. But, that doesn't mean I don't love him.

My dad is hilarious - he's always cracking jokes. No other parent would consider bringing a Nerf gun into school to shoot the guy who's been bullying his kids. He's also really clever and, most of all, he's a big child at heart. You'll find him around the house playing with lego, the Xbox, the iPad, anything! However, once he's out of the house, he is a manly man. He'll fix the fence and repaint it too (with my help) - actually, he'll fix just about anything in this house. He's like a Filipino Bob the Builder.

Anyways, I hope you had a brilliant birthday, Dad!
I love you x

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Extreme Determination

I'm sitting here in maths (given up on work) and one of my best friends in the whole world (forced to write this) is in pain from doing core and leg exercises yesterday as well as doing a bit of rugby. Last week, I had the exact same pain from doing leg work outs. "Why are you doing this to yourselves?" Our answer - prom.

Yes, I do think that you shouldn't care that much about what other people think of you but we're doing this for us. We don't want to change, just improve. Prom is that one night where all eyes are on you and it's hard to go unnoticed during the night. Also, toning up a bit does no harm, except for maybe the pains after, and it's good to keep fit. Let's not forget - summer is just around the corner even though Britain does have very erratic weather patterns.

We're determined. So determined that we're willing to Skype each other when we have the time and encourage each other to exercise through texts. We're following loads of different routines to try and achieve a slightly more toned and nicer figures and, yes, they do work.

If you're interested, here they are:

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Another Change

So, I've given my blog yet another make over. I wanted to keep this simple since I don't really do anything here except post and post and post. Making it too complicated hurts my eyes and I want this to look presentable but simple. That's it. Simple.

Monday, 6 May 2013

An Eventful Bank Holiday

I started my first shift at a charity hospice shop. Normally, on weekends, I don't wake up before 11am. Ever. But now I have to. My work shift is 9.30am - 1pm every Saturday. I did fine and amazingly I wasn't half asleep. I never knew that a charity shop could contain so many clothes that were fashionable, cute and my size. Usually I contribute to charities by doing fundraisers and donating money. I've never actually been in a charity shop for more than five minutes before last Saturday. There were so many clothes that I loved and there were even wedding dresses and prom dresses in there!

To continue, that Saturday afternoon, I was meant to go meet up with some friends. Unfortunately, I had to cancel because my mum was meant to be my ride there on the way to her workplace but then she decided not to go to work since she felt ill. I didn't mind - we just moved the day to this Saturday.

The sun was out! I spent a good part of the afternoon outside in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts; it was really, really hot outside.

I helped my dad and my brother repaint the fences and the shed in the back garden. This was actually pretty fun (and tiring). I didn't realize until about halfway through that I was wearing a light brown t-shirt, dark brown shorts and was painting a fence chocolate brown. It was a really weird coincidence.

Then, we had a barbeque for dinner. It was the perfect way to end a pretty exhausting day.

That night I was revising - maths,science and english. I did pretty well, in my opinion, of staying on task. I feel less nervous about the exams coming up and glad that I finally got back into the routine of revision after a whole two weeks of doing nothing.

Monday (today)
I woke up quite early since my body's used to waking up for school on a Monday (obviously). I spent more time in the sun, went for a walk and in the afternoon my dad took my siblings and I to a park for a picnic and to get out of the house.

It was really fun and gave me the idea of taking my friends out for a picnic if possible. Knowing them, they'd probably want to stay inside glued to their computers.

Hopefully this week will be just as eventful although I wouldn't mind a bit of a rest.


Sunday, 5 May 2013

Revision Help

This post isn't an entry like I usually do. For those out there who also have their GCSEs ahead and can't contain information in they're head then you should know that your memory is more likely to store information that you see spontaneously... At least that's what this guy said at the assembly we had a while ago.

Electrolysis of Sodium Chloride and Copper:
At the anode you lose electrons; at the cathode you gain electrons.
OIL RIG - Oxidation Is Loss, Reduction Is Gain

acid + base = salt + water (+ carbon dioxide when the base is a CARBONATE)

A mutation is a change to the gene structure. If it happens in a sex cell, it can be passed onto the offspring.

That's science sorted :-)

In maths, any  number with indices of 0 equals 1 and nothing happens to any number with indices of 1 - it stays the same.

Friday, 3 May 2013


I'm starting work at a charity shop in my town soon. Hopefully they see me as a good volunteer and will actually keep me. I haven't officially applied yet but they're letting me do a few hours worth of work to see how it feels and if it's where I want to be. I know I'm going to love this job - I love helping out, especially for a good cause. I know that I will have to talk to people and I consider this as good practice for when I actually get a paid job when I'm older.

There aren't many people my age that do voluntary work; if you do, I salute you. All of the other volunteers in the shop were old. I was the only teenager. Now, this didn't make me feel uncomfortable or threatened. No, this made me feel disappointed. Disappointed in my generation. You see all of these posts and messages on Facebook and Twitter criticizing the current youth of this earth - we waste our lives on drugs, alcohol and late night parties but does any good actually come from that? I see lots of people around my age encouraging others to donate to charity and to help the less fortunate but nothing happens.

I've been a charity representative in my school for a while and, no, I'm not the kind of person who waits around for a teacher to tell me what to do. When there's a fundraiser I get involved. I make an effort. Working at this shop is just a way for me to do more.

I'm not writing this to boast about how awesome I am when it comes to charity. I'm writing this as encouragement. More of us should be getting involved and I know that so many people already do things like marathons, collections, even small charity events like parties and bake sales. They do so much and it's just unbelievable. But, they are mostly done by the older people, the generation before mine.

I see all these advertisements on TV and shows on TV that view our generation as weak and ignorant - we're not! We are more than capable of helping others and society views us wrongly. There are teens an young adults who help, who donate. The problem is that we need a push. The world's getting lazy. We have all of this technology so work gets easier, life gets easier and we forget.

Also, most people who donate to charity are people who have been affected by something. Usually by a family member who's died of cancer (this encourages someone to volunteer for a charity that supports research into cancer) or they have cancer and want to do something good before they leave. It doesn't need to take something like this in order to do some work. Just do what you can.

This may sound like a huge plea for help - it is. Charity work doesn't survive without people and it definitely won't survive without money. Pick a charity, volunteer, donate. (By the way, there are way more charities than just the ones shown below)

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

My Name

So, I've wondered since I started this blog how and why people actually read this. Well, it's mainly how people managed to find this interesting that gets me.

I know there's a comic called "The Purple Monster" so it's probable that people clicked on this blog thinking I look like this:

I don't mind how popular this blog gets, this is just a way for me to show a voice and give my thoughts and my opinions on things. I know people read this blog - the number of page views do rise, not by a lot, but they do rise. It's also nice knowing that some people come back regularly to see what I've posted, even if it's just one person.