Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Attempting Fashionistas....

It's 6 days until my birthday, so in celebration of this momentous event...T and I took some pictures.

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Henley Royal Regatta

Henley is one of my favourite events, there are 3 reasons for this lust: Firstly, I love outdoor events. I also love rowing and those who take part. Lastly, I used to live around Henley and so going back is like creeping back into the past.

This year was no different.

We started with a glass of Pimm's followed by another one...or two. We watched the boats go by and the crowds start rolling in. We were given listings of races and crews, which we spotted from the Leander Club as they set up. It was very atmospheric
M and I saw a very dapper observer, which we had to photograph. He and M go on quite well...

After chatting to this foreign fashionista, we headed to the Stewards' enclosure for some races. 

Now, you are not allowed to take photos in the Steward's Enclosure, but I sneaked one for you. Before I was told to put my camera away by a scary secruity guy...opps.

If you want to see'll have to come next year! 

Monday, 5 August 2013

A day at Ascot

So, a couple of weeks ago, I went to Ascot. It was my first time there and it was great. It was a Friday and it was baking. Which was a treat in itself, but to be it the sunny heat at the races made it even better.

M and I set off in the early and antisocial hours of the morning...OK it was 9 but still. Anyway, it was a long journey as we had to take the train from home to two other connections to meet our French friend, K, who was picking us up and driving us the last mile.

Once there and finally through the heaps of traffic, the day was beginning and other Ascot goers were gearing up for lunch before heading to the races. Although the Royal Enclosure has changed a lot from what my parents described to me when they went, it was spectacular nonetheless; all be it a liittle crowded...

F won his bet and we were treated to the finest Rosé that the Royal Ascot Rosé Bar could produce...with his winnings and M and I could a few more races before leaving to explore the world below.

We drank and walking the day away as we met old friends and new ones. The horses were beautiful and the betting very exciting despite M and I's bad luck!

It really is the most unique event, you meet people that you think you know and you see the most extraordinary people, good and bad. There is a friendliness around.

See you next year?

Sunday, 31 March 2013

How to survive revision.

Spring break, as the Americans call it, is a time for eating too much chocolate (it's Easter, don't judge) and relaxing in the almost warm weather here in the UK.

However, due to the gift of GCSEs we are all given subjects to learn and revise! It's all in the name of a better education therefore better opportunities in life...I know, in English that means getting a JOB. Yawn.

I know this is a painful time, one which many before you and I have not made through. I mean, people can die from too much revision, they didn't put that in the textbook did they, huh?

But don't worry too much, I'm here.

So, it's important to have breaks. REALLY important. (death risk) You can have breaks every 30 mins, 40 mins or every 15 mins if that works best for you.

for example,
History: 9-9:30
Drama: 9:40-10:10
Chemistry: 10:20-10:50

You could spend this break checking Facebook/Tumblr/Twitter or just surfing the web, but it really helps to get your brain working if you do something active...

I have only put 10 minute breaks in the example, but even then, you could take a walk around the garden or even just stand outside to get some fresh air. When you are inside with a book all day, you need fresh air to keep the brain moving and working.

Food is also really important. Obviously, you should know that from Biology...

I know, I'm starting to sound like a GCP textbook but healthy food is a must during revision. You can eat loads of greens, like apples, spinach etc because they contain vitamins and antioxidants that help your brain work.

But, you also need treats. Yes, I mean all those bad things you haven't been allowing yourself to eat. Get the oreos and peanut butter out, the chocolate and marshmallows and yes, bake that cake.

Excerise. It is proven that moving around and getting your heart rate up, helps with absorbing
'academic material'. Don't push yourself to the point where you hurt yourself, but go for gentle run or long walk with the dog.
The last and final bit of advise that will sounds silly to you, clever people. Actually revise. Don't read the book with headphones blasting if the you're singing along to the lyrics instead of reading the book. Take the time you've been given and use it. You'll regret not using it in August when you get those results and you are filled with that nagging feeling: you know you could've done better.
Don't stress too much, stay active, eat properly and get proper sleep. Then in the can really let loose!

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Love. Huh?

According to commerical companies, Valentine's Day is fast approaching us. It is a time to celebrate that special person in your life and dedicate a whole day to your love. Well at least in schools it's about anonymously leaving a note in someone's locker, if you can't face the idea of telling them who you are and why you like/love them. I know, don't you miss the joys of school?

There are many times of love.

There is the type that leaves you with that warm fuzzy feeling, where for some reason, YOU. JUST. CAN'T. STOP. SMILING.

There is the kind you share with your mother.

The kind you share with your father and siblings etc.

The kind you share with friends.

But then there are some kinds that are undefinable. For example, is there such a thing as love at first sight? Can you fall in love with someone you met over the Internet and have never physically met? Is it possible to fall in love with a place because it reminds you of a time or a person or a thing?

Anyway, I think it's time we all remember that I'm 16 and I'm not speaking from experience, but I think the best kind of love is the one that we all dream about when we were young. You know the one I mean. The one where you can be as stupid as you want and they'll love you. You can wear that dress that is a liiittle too small and they'll be proud stand by you.

Love is the only thing that can withstand the time. age and culture. Cool, eh?

I wrote a poem, because, you know, I was in a creative mood:

Love is a chemical reaction.
Love is an illusion of fantasists.
It is a game we play to fill time.
It is the constant epiphany of dreamers.
To me it is water in a starved desert.
To me it is the face left under makeup masks.
To some it is the heat felt in an exotic place.
To some it is Everest to daunting to climb.
To a politician, it is the dream of No.10,
To an artist the pencil to draw with,
To a student the books to study,
To a child the security of a mother's embrace.
It is the gift of pain and suffering,
Vanity and happiness all in one.
And being able to see and feel the difference.
Love is what turns this world.
Or maybe gravity is...

My top 10 romantic songs:


 OK well, after much work, the link to my new favourite song doesn't if you're curious, look up Allison Piccioni 'I'm Not Going Anywhere' on SoundCloud. Enjoy...

Monday, 28 January 2013

Wear Sunscreen by Mary Schmich

A friend showed me this and thought you'd appreciate it.


Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.