jayze does his magic // with la youtuber person


Woooooooooo Deminess!

So, today, we went down to the park near my house and I took a load of photos whilst she vlogged, and yeah it was cool. ~tries to sound casual in the hope that y'all ignore the fact that I forgot to post yesterday~ Anywhale, I thought I'd share them with you, my beloved readers, because I'm not quite sure how to own a lifestyle blog yet, and hey why not burden you with my unknowledgement? (yas, dat be a werddd)* 
Also, sorry for the captions of mehh, Demi's vining at the same time. REALLY LOUDLY.

I live in the middle of nowhere in a little countryside bit near That Place No One's Heard Of, and there's green EVERYWHERE. This photo equals evidence - sympathy chocolate please (and hey, false alarm, I'm not lactose intolerant. It's all gooooddddd).

The atypical British weather ~patriotically wipes tear from eye~

Green green green.

Green green green.

Demi vlogging, incredibly casually as a load of cars go past.

Can you see the face in this bark? Yes? Nooo? I can see four, Demi can see three. I win.

For those of you who both want to know what my dog looks like and how untrustworthy my camera focus is, HERE YA GO. You're welcome.

You know when you try to take a photo of something but move and get something else completely in focus? If not, you can embrace the whert of this. Go on, embrace it.

The park and Demi, with my dog, Teddy, just having run off somewhere.

The size of this image is super irritating when compared to the rest, and ~sigh~, I'm on the IPad and therefore cannot change it. 
~cough~ if anyone has a Macbook they'd be ~cough~ happy to give away, well, ~cough~ hi there ~cough~.

The same happened here, WHY IPAD WHY. But hey, here's an illustration of my great pet ownership. Notice his lead? Yeah, we just sort of dropped it and let him roam.

Trying to capture a certain Tumblr-esque**, Demi as my hand model. I can't help but feel that it would have looked better focusing on the sky, or with the sun glinting behind.. hm.

Woo, sunshine. England is, for once, an alright place to be.

Green green green.

Green green green.

Green green green.

Green green green.

Ah, chocolate, how I love you so.

Green green green.

Green green green.

There were literally HUNDREDS of bees around this, I was super worried that I'd knock a flower and they'd all sting me and I'd die a slow, painful death. Thanks Final Destination for that ever-present horror image.

Outside the 'Club', where, once again, there's just green green green.

"Hey Demi, you want to be my model?" 
"Um... sure.."

So yeah, that's our detour to The Park Near My House in the Middle Of Nowhere in a little countryside bit near That Place No One's Heard Of, I knew you were just dying to find out what I got up to today.

We then went back to mine, and yes, of course we filmed a few videos for her channel. *flicks hair* I be feeling so famous y'all!

*Please help me, I keep doing this weird fake Southern accent type thing, y'all. Sigh, I don't think I can stop.
**I didn't use that right, did I?

Oh, and after checking my title again, I realised that some of you may not know who Jayze is. He's... my camera. Don't judge me.

Justin Bieber can avoid regret. Can you?

So recently I was watching Yes Man, and you know when Carl sorrowfully reminisces about everything that happened with his ex and then goes home to watch TV? Remember his regrets? The problems his break up with Stephanie gave him? (if the answer is no, well, sorry, but COME ON, it's a Jim Carey classic) 
I thought about my possible regrets when I get to his age, and then supposed maybe I could squeeze a blog post out of this? After referring to my people (yes I have people), I came up with a list of possible regrets in order to stop you guys from making these mistakes BECAUSE I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH XD (I've never XD'd before, but hey).
Oh, and also, about the title - I tried the very much hyped Blog Post Title Generator, finally. Mehh.
Ohhh aanndddd I'm ill AGAIN, so sorry for the lack of enthusiasm in this post.

"I regret losing my virginity to..."
Whilst on Google, it surprised me to find that this was the one thing most people regretted. You can't change it, you can never take it back, you can't undo it - if I avoid the sex ed, I just want to say for you guys to, please, wait for that special person. I care about y'all ~hugs~

"I regret not travelling more"
This is one regret that I'm really, really, trying to avoid. It's the #2 subject that most unworldly adults cringe away from.* 
Guys, the whole world is waiting out there - do something with it.

"I regret that I didn't appreciate/ see more of .... before they died"
Don't take your loved ones for granted, it's only too late when it's too late.

"I regret not spending more time doing the things I love"
You know in The Notebook when Allie suddenly realises, I used to paint, I loved painting.. I don't paint anymore, yes? Well now we live in an even more materialistic, consumerised, capitalist society, and it's easy to forget the little things. Me? I'm like Penny from The Big Bang Theory - I'm not sure what my passion is, but I really, really hope to realise it soon (before I lose it, you know?).

"I regret staying in a bad relationship"
I like to think that I'd never do this, but I guess it'd be like those frog boiling metaphors - if you put a frog in lukewarm water and slowly turn it up, he'll boil to death, but if you put him in already boiling water he'll just jump out. Guys, just stop and think, yeah? 

"I regret not learning another language"
Statistics show that the majority of adults regret this, and now say that it's too late. Think, will you possibly regret not learning French? German? Welsh? If so, get yo ass over to Rosetta Stone now. 

"I regret not exercizing more, think of how good I'd be looking now"
~Ignores the fact that I'm currently eating a rocky road and continues to write a massively hypocritical post~ 

"I regret not quitting a terrible job/ working too much"
Again, more Yes Man material (if you haven't seen it, question your love for Jim Carey ((everyone has a love for Jim Carey)) ). Scold your future self now, or regret it later.

"I regret not trying harder in school, not getting that degree"
For those of you who don't know, I'm currently undertaking my GCSEs, and everyone's saying to me that my next two years are the most important years of my life. I know that practically my whole ENTIRE future is based on my exam results, but recently I've been lacking the motivation to knuckle down and revise. However, the mere idea of me regretting this time, right here, right now, is pretty darn scary. So, hellooooo science revision. 

"I regret being afraid to say 'I Love You'/ not holding on to that one special person"
How sad would this be though? We've all seen films like Yes Man ~cough~ and Wildchild - this regret is the basis in just so many films. My words to you? Don't be a Carl.**

"I regret neglecting my teeth"
Seriously guys, if you have a chance to fix your teeth, just do it. My primary school teacher lives this regret, every single day because she'd always brush only her front teeth and leave her back when she was younger.***

"I regret missing the chance to ask my grandparents questions before they died"
I'm actually trying to secure an interview with my nan about her time on Earth so far, and would probably post it on this blog so she'll be published on la internet. Most of you guys are bloggers, why not do something like that with your grandparents?

"I regret not spending enough time with my kids"
Aw. Just, aw.
Don't do it.

"I regret not taking a leap of faith, a risk, in the hope that it'll return an even better outcome - because hey, if not it'll just be a great memory, eg, let's open a bar"
You know in How I Met Your Mother when Ted and Barney open Puzzles? No? Well the moral is, do things. 
Become a ninja and stuff.

"I regret not staying in touch with..."
Oops, my first regret. Let's list;

- Alana
- Chloe
- Karlie
- Caitlin
- Jamie-lee
- Kazia


Throwback to like 2010 - we were eleven sh - AW MEMORIES

The sad thing about this is, though I was still pretty close with them all, until a few days ago when I wanted to go up to Wales to see FKG I realised I would have to stay somewhere else for a day to give his mom**** a break. My parents questioned where else I'd stay, when I realised I wasn't close enough to them anymore to suddenly propose I stay with them. ~sighs~

"I regret not having more confidence"
I don't think I'll regret this, but a few people I spoke to about their regrets said this would be #1, even though they have no plans to change it. Guys, if you know you'll regret it, why not work towards changing it now?

"I regret not burying that hatchet with..."
Ah, arguments. Created by Simon Cowell in 2009 on his 19th birthday, when his assistant brought him the wrong drink (it was a replica of Obama's) - a pina colada, no less.
Kidding, kidding, ~cracks up laughing~ ~wipes away tear~ oh my I'm so funny.
But anyway, my parents told me to never go to bed angry, in case one of the arguing people*** never wake up. It's a morbid thought, but has a helluva lot of smart behind it.

Step one: Imagine what you might regret when you're old and grey. 
Step two: Comment below. 
Step three: Work towards fixing it now.

*A scientifically proven fact 
      (it isn't)
**A Yes Man reference, once again.
***I swear I can English.
****Shh, let's pretend I was born under the American flag.

do you want to build a trifle?

So yes, I finally got around to watching Frozen. Don't hate me, but it was... mehh. Almost as over-rated as The Fault In Our Stars, it didn't give me the HOLY CRAP* I'M  SO IMMERSED feeling that I was expecting. Sorry folks.

Anywhale, I made trifle. As some of you may know, I'm trying to adapt to a vegan diet, but keep messing up. Like with this first try at a vegan trifle, using real gelatine and only lactose-free cream, not fully fledged dairy free. Sigh.

As seen above, non-vegan cream, non-vegan yoghurt, non-vegan jelly and non-vegan dream topping, along with raspberries and biscuit finger things. I feel like such an inspiration to all vegans out there.

The focus on this is weird, but if any of you guys want to make non-vegan trifle I'll talk (write?) you through the steps. Like here, break off about 12 single square inch gelatine blocks, continuing to eat three or four.

Placing about 15 fingers into a dish bowl, eat the remaining five from the packaging so they don't clutter up your kitchen. Move onto the second pack if neccessary.

After melting the gelatine to the adored liquid state, pour it all over your gorgeous remaining biscuits (if you have any left).

Sprinkle the fruity delight known as raspberries over your current baking mess, take a selfie, and then photograph your work so far (in case you mess it up).

Mix custard powder, lactose-free milk and sugar together - as much as the custard packet thing says you need. Show your mother, listen as she says you've done it wrong, and glare at the custard pack for the rest of the night.

Boil it or something.

Meanwhile, your trifle should be happily sitting in the fridge, looking cute and as kawaii as trifle can look.

Coat your trifle with the custard, as your father suddenly shouts from the living room that he "doesn't like custard like that" and indeed, "what are you doing".**

Do some cool ninja stuff and whisk up some cream.

And FAH-NALLY you have your gorgeous trifle!***
"Is it vegan?" Sh, you don't need to know.

*I know I have Christian readers over at this blog. When people say "holy ____", is it deemed offensive? Sorry if it is.

**My parents are actually cool, just a tad unsupportive when it comes to me cooking after last time... ~shudders~

***Just noticed the leg in the photo background, casually.

What Is Wrong With The World - Just... Everything

Does anyone else do that thing when you Google something specific like how to make a banana smoothie, and then end up with 21 ways which pigeons would make great pets? I did exactly that today whilst looking for a good blog topic (I'm still ill, sigh), and somehow went from banana smoothies to pigeons as pets to how dinosaurs could still be alive to real-life dinosaur people to a feature on those who've had extreme body modifications. From then, I came across this article, and, well, a few things have me incredibly agitated.

If we ignore the 'vampire facials' mentioned in the article (where people pay to be stabbed in the face 300 times with a five-inch-long needle *ouch ouch ouch*), Dennis Avner AKA Cat Man, and Valeria Lukyanova (the 'living Barbie doll', post coming soon), two features really stuck out for me.

The odddest?

When I first came across this feature I just sort of skipped it, but then did a double take. She is literally having surgery to make herself stupid. Just... what? I seriously cannot comprehend, why would anyone want that?

Blondie, living by her pseudonym, said: "I've had 20 sessions and I'm already starting to feel ditzy and confused all the time. Recently I went to pick a friend up at the airport and couldn't remember if I needed to go to departures or arrivals.
She added: "I want people to see me as a plastic sex doll and being brainless is a big part of that."

This brings me back to my title, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD? I would ask what her reasoning is, but with £25,000 worth of boob jobs, plus botox and nose jobs and all that jazz, I think it's pretty self explanatory. Even so, I find it super irritating that people are physically going out and choosing to dumb themselves down - it may be their choice, but the fact that she'll be spawning* and having children or whatever, well it's a bit... worrying.

I was also super agitated by this too, because, well, you just don't DO that. Sarah, the mother, introduced Poppy to the world of cosmetic surgey at an extremely young age, so young in fact that Poppy was still waiting for her front teeth to arrive. Botox, facelifts, nose-jobs, boob jobs, all openly discussed - Sarah insisted the best gift she could give her daughter is the chance to be just like her.

Why does this irritate me so much? 

Even for developing countries with exteme parent-dictator families, I always believe that when they affect their children's lives this drastically in such a negative manner, it's inevitably going to end with sad results for the kids. Like with this case, for example, Poppy will grow up thinking that she won't be pretty without cosmetic surgery and truck-loads of make up. In her eyes she'll always be too this, too that, and it just... ugh. Annoyance is peaking.

Anyway, rant cut short before I blow a fuse, what are your opinions on this? Does this annoy anyone else as much as this annoys me?

*I always refer to people giving birth as spawning... I'm guessing that's not the right use of the word though, is it?


Guys I'm ill ONCE MORE! I didn't even have a break of health before I became ill again, which is super sucky. However, to spice it up, tonsillitis and cold and lactose-induced illness have been replaced with a super bad cough, stomach reaction to the antibiotics and, to top it all off, I've gone 75% deaf in both ears. You're welcome for the information.
However, the good news is that I found a great free film app (called Cartoon HD, click the 'top movies' section for the film industry to lay at your feet) that works perfectly on Apple and Android devices, and I've been watching them for hours via Skype with FKG which has been cool. Seriously though, check out the app, I've found so many good films through it.

And hey, YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW WHO JAMES BLUNT IS? Last post's comments left me slightly worried for the humanity of our race, I mean you don't know Bonfire Heart? Goodbye My Lover? Bones? *facepalms IMMENSELY*

But it's okay, I'm here to save you all. Ready? Good, embrace.

I know that this clip plays on laptops and computers, but I'm not sure if it works on all Apple and Android devices. If it doesn't, YouTube James Blunt to experience his awesomeness.
Oh, also thank Na Dine for uploading this video.

How was it? Feeling enlightened? You're welcome.

Anyway, sorry for the low quality post (once again) but I feel like an incubis of viral plague, and am in a room concentrated with these illnessy things. Super irritating.


Sorry for not posting yesterday, but I'm super ill with tonsillitis, a full-on cold complete with temperature and snotty nose, and, worst of all, I think I'm (sadly) lactose intolerant, and feeling a bit mehh from my lactose slip the other day. Being ill like this is super sucky as I'm meant to be on my work experience placement this week, and today I was meant to sit in on a board meeting which would have been cool. Would have. ~sigh~

Anyway, again I'm sorry for the pathetic post but I'm feeling pretty run down. I wasn't going to post at all until I felt better, but figured that I owe you guys a bit more respect than that. Hopefully, I'll be (practically) fully recovered by Thursday, so I'll post something of goodish quality then.

On the upside, MY PARENTS JUST BOUGHT TICKETS FOR THE JAMES BLUNT MOONLANDING TOUR!!!!! Now that's enough to make anyone better (:

Image courtesy of the James Blunt official website.

woo room tour

I don't normally give in to the mainstream formalities of life, mainly because of an old poet/ philosopher that I met a few years ago who was incredibly inspiring and spiritually uplifting. However, as everyone's seeming to do the 'room tour tag', I thought I'd take part in it too.

Basically though, these images were taken a few days ago, and I went shopping yesterday. It's now decorated with bamboo wind chimes and sun reflectors and rainbow dream catchers and hanging beam things that turn and make an awesome tingling-like sound (as is obvious, I have no idea as to how to describe it, but it's like when the triangle ((musical instrument)) clatters.. you know?). Oh, and I also bought an awesome 'Aloha' Hawaiian door sign thing... Let's just say I won't be going shopping again for a while.

Anywhale, these photos look pretty rundown compared to my new room... nevertheless, this was the previous state of my room;

These photos are super embarrassing to look back on... just look at that fringe! Ugh... Even so, I like having photographic memories stapled to my wall, despite the fact that I haven't updated it in a few years.

Beneath my photo college are my maps of Tenerife. I've been to the Canary Islands a few times, and I love going back there - Tenerife has a beauty about it that is intwined with my childhood reminiscence, even going back to a time before I was born, where my mother was a singer and owned restaurants and my father was a travelling builder.
Fun fact: that's where my parents met, and they're been together ever since

Above my quintuple windows I have a collection of a load of postcards I've saved from places I've been, each with a caption on the back. It's weird reading back on them, reliving the excitement I felt whenever I travelled.

I have rainbow bunting hung all the way around my room, except for across one wall when it stopped short. Funnily enough, I only have that bunting because of this here blog, by a company shipping it to me for review. Months later, it still looks awesome, and I show it off at every opportunity. Next to it, you can see my black lace lampshade - also sent for review. Sometimes I really love having a blog!

This image also shows my 'lucky' horse shoe, from when I was convinced that I would become a famous horse rider... Let's just say that I'd decided that after ditching my ideas of becoming an international superstar, and before taking to the idea of becoming President.

Aha, yet another thing sent to me! If we ignore the fact that my curtain is in the way, it says Everyday is a fashion show and the world is your runway. I received it when I wanted to be the next Cara D, but even though I don't really want to model or anything anymore, it's still a pretty inspiring quote to stick to my window.

As illustrated here, I love messing up my walls! I have a lot of canvases (canvi?) in my room, including this Empire State building painting (by my father), NYC landscape painting (by moi, a good few years ago... oh look at how bad it is!), New York photographic print, and hot air balloon up, up and away photo canvas. As is obvious, I used to be totally obsessed with NY, but although I still admire the city I've moved on to Hawaii as my top place to visit next.

I also have my Wales calender (I'm only incredibly patriotic), Conde Nast inspiration advert (the Vogue certificate college which I used to yearn for), lumos nox Harry Potter vinyl lightswitch, to do list (now metres long), and mirror, decorated with old camera film, may the force be with you button badge, Welsh national anthem postcard, photos, Leonardo di Caprio quote, magazine snippets, crayon lego people, 'tatty teddy', bookmark, follow your dreams quote, Cymru keyring, and dry flower petals. I'd be a massive hoarder if my parents allowed it..

Oh, and surrounding my mirror full of crap I have a load of my dad's old records from 'back in the day'. These are mostly empty covers, as I've used the records inside to decorate the rest of my room.. only three have fallen down in the past year and cracked (sorry dad!).

My books, Pixar-styled lamp, magazines, TBBT poster, inspiration board, Tenerife postcard, National Geographic map of the stars, photo albums, elastic band ball, and old radio. I also have a load of money boxes, each filled with less than $5 due to the fact that I cannot save, like, at all. Seriously.

My fashion inspiration wall, as of which took me HOURS to complete. I was super proud of it when I finished it because I thought I could take some awesome fashion shots with it, before my dad came home with that wooden shelf cupboard thing in front of it, all the way from our house in Swansea. It was only slightly (incredibly) irritating. I also have a handful more of books, favourite DVDs, New York frame, lava lamp, broken clock (not 100% my fault), and makeup. I literally have so much stuff in my room that I don't need, it's unbelieveable.

HIMYM print (American sitcom about a guy called Ted explaining to his kids about how he met their mother.. there are SO many series' on it!), Farhampton print (where Ted met the mother), TBBT print (I'm a massive geek for The Big Bang Theory - did you know Jim Parsons, 'Sheldon' is gay?? When I found out I was so upset, because there totally could have been something between us!), TV, guitar, draw cupboardy things (what's the actual name?), candles (paraffin, oops), karaoke, Hobbit poster (I'm also a LOTR geek), wooden five-times-the-size dice, Wii, DVD player, speaker (tiny but awesome!), air freshener, BSG frame (thanks, blog), pot pourri, Tenerife fanning equiptment, snowglobes.

Wardrobe one of three, graffitied with old record covers, taped together (because I can be dull at times).

My overly messy desk, complete with candles (paraffin again), books (How To Travel The World, How To Be A Freelance Writer, USA Top Destinations, Plan Your Gap Year), pens, notepads, air freshener (I realised today that I should probably move it - it's aimed straight at the wall...), revision books, boxes filled with a stapler and tape and scissors and everything, etc etc.

My mini buddas, aw. 
I'm not buddhist, but I love collecting little buddhist figure things, because, really, just look at how happy they are! Religious statues can be so uplifting.

My mini Sheldon Cooper bobble head, £12, Forbidden Planet. 
A waste of money? 
...I have no friends.

Fifteen years' worth of perfume, body spray, face mask layers, moisteriser, and hair spray, all bunched together as one.

On the inside of wardrobe #1 I have a load of magazine snippets that help with keeping a blog - advice, stories, personal inspiration stories.. The snippets have it all. Also, note my make the perfect tea snippet. Essentials, every one of them.

I seriously don't know why I love this mini mountain thing - I just do. I think it has something to do with the fact that it changes colour at every angle, from yellow to green to blue to purple to pink, before flooding out to the peak of the mountain as pale pastel colours. It reminds me that one day I hope to be living the dream as a travel writer... and if I don't? Ugh, it doesn't bear to think about, I don't think I could have a 'normal' job in an office with a boss and fellow employees.

My guitar, 100% unplayed for a couple of months now. I stopped learning it when I was about to take my first music exam (which would have taken me up to preliminary grade) because of the price. It was literally like £50 an hour, and it just wasn't worth it. I tried self-teaching for a while, but if I'm not pushed then I tend to be lazy and not do anything. Reminds me that I should probably start GCSE revision...

I'm so weird, I drew a moon covered by clouds on my ceiling. But, as pointed out by a friend when they stayed, it's literally impossible to have clouds floating behind the moon... Oops.
Also, note my dream catcher in the corner, I buy like one a year. They're just so beautiful and embedded with cultural magic and tribe secrets and everything, I don't know how people can't have dreamcatchers.

I actually save so much money by collecting vouchers and money-off tickets, and advise for everyone to do the same - let's cheat the system and rule the economy!*

I love reed difusers so much. This current one was a chery bloom one from Sainsburys, complete with reed sticks, for only like £10. 
You can also see a couple of my bracelets in the corner, a battery (?), headphones (I was recording a song the other days with these on, without realising how loud I was being, until the song finished and my voice echoed around the room), and yet another record - I'm incapable of being house-tidy.

Jayze, my camera, featured with the backdrop of my messy room.

My first ever polaroid instant photo thing, of the shops near my house and my dog in the bottom right corner. My photography used to be just... Um.


I've recently realised that a lot of my posts have literally no meaning, point, or proper ending. Sorry! 
But anyway, that was my 'room tag' post - if any of you guys decide to try it out please let me know!

*Kidding about that last bit, despite my hate for the government, I don't plan to overthrow the authorities... (or do I..?)