Quick Little Notice

I’m going to make this pretty quick due to the fact it’s quite late and I have to sleep soon!

I know I haven’t posted in a while (I think) and I’m very sorry if anyone was offended by that…I don’t know why you would be but just in case 😂 I won’t be posting for another week because I’m going on my real Duke of Edinburgh expedition, which will be full of blood, sweat and tears. Mainly tears.

And blood. I’m on my period again.

When I get back, I’ll be sure to post about it as well as other regular posts! However, it also means I won’t be able to reply to comments or read anybody else’s posts so I’m also sorry for that! I’ll catch up when I’m back! 😄

Hope you all have a better week than I will…🙃

-Shay

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Street Leaflet Distributors.

You know those people who roam around the streets and shopping centres, with their perky steps and sparkling smiles, ready to hand you a leaflet or flyer, telling you that there’s like 5% off in their store or begging you to join a c̶u̶l̶t church, while you have to pretend like you didn’t hear them calling you and then you feel really bad, thinking about the moment over and over again for the rest of your now ruined day?

 

Hi, that person is me.

 

I like my job and I really do appreciate the fact that I have one since I do know how hard it is to obtain one. But…like most things, there are downsides to my job. I work for a fashion retail chain (ooh ooh, get me 💁), so there are occasions where I have to go out of the store, onto the streets, and hand. out. leaflets. to. people. who. just. want. to. enjoy. their. day.

Before, every time, I’m supposed to do this role, I get the pep talk of “Be confident!” from my manager. Trust me, I can easily be confident if I’m just talking to strangers, who I’ll never see again. That’s not my issue. I can be confident. I just don’t want to be annoying. I mean, seriously, who likes those people who try to block your path to sell you something with their fake two faced personalities, or worse, those people, who knock on your door and wait outside for god knows how long, while you turn off the lights and hide behind a chair whispering “Please, no Jehovah Witnesses today!”?

 

As I walk up and down, in front of the store, I tend to pick people with kids and those who make eye contact with me. They just seem like they’ll be a little more friendly. That, and we all know you have to avoid making eye contact if you don’t want to be approached so looking deep into my eyes and soul is basically asking for it. You wouldn’t believe the amount of people, who change their route of walking as soon as they see the leaflets in my hand, to avoid me, and the people who desperately avoid eye contact or whip out their phones to seem busy. I know your little tricks!

At first, I really do try, with a smiley face, the “Hi! There’s now 20% off everything in (Shop Name)” at the ready and a little spring in my step, but a lot of people either walk past, ignoring my attempts or shake their head. Some people do take it and if I’m lucky I get a “thank you” and you know what, to those people, I hope you live your best life and I think you’re an amazing human being, who should live in the lap of luxury. And that is definitely not an over exaggeration.

After all the rejections I get, I tend to mumble to myself. Because I’m crazy. I usually say things like “Okayyy… that’s fine. You could’ve said no thanks”, which by the way, I do say out loud. This isn’t in my head. There have even been points where I will literally just say “Just take it.” Just take it, how hard is it to just take it? There’s a bin just a few metres away, you can chuck it in there! Do iT FoR mY SAniTy ANd MENTAL HEALTH! PLEASE! HOW HARD IS IT?

Rhetorical question, don’t answer that.

 

I saw two of my friends walk down once, where I ran up to them and said “Hey guys! TAKE THESE!” while shoving about four into their hands. They just stood there in confusion.

There was even another person, giving out his leaflets. I should’ve done a swap with him.

 

It can be a really humiliating task to do and it makes me feel like my teeth will shatter from biting and grinding so hard and I tend to just want to go into another shop and sit in the corner, rocking back and forth. It just makes me want to read through cringey pinterest quotes about never letting things get you down and being brave because you only live once and you’ll have regrets yada yada yada! I guess, though, at the end of the day, it can all just be an addition to the pile of jokes that is my life. 🙂

 

So, the takeaway from this post, for you, is just take the damn leaflet.

 

-Shay

Great Scale of the Universe!

It’s the end of exam season and I wanted to remind those of you, who are doing or did exams, about something important. (Even if you’re not doing exams, this is still applicable to you.)

 

In the grand scheme of things, we are dots. We are atoms, in terms of size, to the planets and the galaxy. We’re just tiny creatures that inhabit one small blue planet amongst billions.

There are literally giant rocks crashing and burning up in space. There are potential life forms, other than the ones on our planet, that could be figuring out, right at this very moment, how to survive. There are supernovas and planetary nebulas and black holes sucking in anything close by. There are little bots roaming around Mars and space stations hovering up in space.

There are probably crazy undiscovered animals deep in the massive part of the ocean, we haven’t even ventured to yet. There are forests being chopped down and species of animals dying more frequently than you think.

There are people popping out more people and people that don’t get to be people anymore. There are nuclear weapons that could destroy countries and lives. There are things being kept a secret from society.

There are mysteries and classified information we might never know about our world.

Your cells are diving every second and there cells within your blood, which are basically a union of heroes to your body. You have air passing in and out your lungs. You have hair growing out of your living, breathing body.

We’re just a small generation in the great history of Earth. There have been the beginning of this planet (however you believe the world was created), dinosaurs, king and queens, an era they thought smoking was good for you, ancient Egyptians, Greek mythology, wars, etc. In comparison to all that’s happened, we’re just a second that’s gone by.

 

That bad grade you got means nothing.

That being said, your education, or whatever it is you’re doing, is important for your life but a bad A level grade or a bad grade assignment you turned in, or even if it’s a bad day you’ve had (or bad week/month/year), it’s a very small inconvenience in the great scale of the universe. I know it doesn’t seem small because you are the centre of your universe; it’s your life, you’re the core of it all. But it really isn’t as big of a deal as you think it is.

There’s always a second route you can take, which isn’t all that bad. I can say from my own experiences and others’ experiences that when you get into a bad situation, that seems like your entire future is over, there is always a safe and good solution out, which turns out being for the best. And I’m not just saying that for the sake of being relatable and positive and inspiring, I’m saying it because I’ve been through rough difficult days and I’ve gotten out of it. Turn your bad situation into a success story! 😄

Don’t dwell on what’s happened, it’s not worth jeopardising your mental health for. Think rationally, and seek other options or ways to solve your problem. Sometimes that solution is time and just waiting and being patient.

 

Although, don’t brush off your situation as unimportant and something you shouldn’t address because it’s ‘silly’ or ‘stupid’ to you but revaluate your situation and understand it’s not the end of the world or of you. There’s ALWAYS a safe way out. There’s ALWAYS a solution.

It’s okay to have a melt down, just don’t stay in that meltdown forever. Cry and then refocus on what you need to do.

 

I’m stating this now since exam season is kind of over (I sympathise with those, who still or are now starting exams) as I didn’t want any of you to read this and think that means you don’t need to work hard or strive for good grades. However, I know some of you might be thinking and regretting decisions you made in the exams, which you can’t fix now. You might be upset or frustrated over an exam you did but it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world – a saying, which I hated to hear from people, but it really isn’t.

 

If anyone needs advice or someone to vent to, you can talk to me! Leave a comment or contact me here! Or stare at calming cat for a while. He’s calming.

 

-Shay

My Writing Style?

This is a different post! I wanted to get your opinion on my writing style. The following are just two small extracts of something I wrote. I know it’s bad (I haven’t edited it that much) and out of context, for you, but try to look past that and instead, criticise the way that I write. 😂 I’m open to opinions, don’t be afraid to hurt my feelings. I’m literally begging you to insult (or compliment 😏) my writing. Would you read a book that had this writing style? Is it difficult to read? What’s something that you would change about it? Etc, etc…

Here we go…

 

Extract One

There were faint murmurings and flinched faces before the explosive bang.

In Lili’s perspective – earphones plugged in, nonchalant about the bang snaps and hyena shrieking infant minded boys.

 

The autumn leaves crunched under the smooth wheels of Lili’s bike. The wind whistled through her hair, sun spotlights beating against her rich caramel skin. That’s how Lili wanted to picture it anyway. Instead, her squeaky bike meandered through the cliques and milling students, their faces as dismal as the God forsaken misty morning. Although, it was hard to really see what was going on from her oversized beanie, fringing over her eyes. It looked like the finishing result of a bored grandma with a knitting kit, watching the Discovery Channel on pandas. It didn’t help that Lili’s hand made regular disappearances into her pocket and slid back out with a handful of fruit loops, which only made her bike wobble more. She, however, wasn’t the least bit bothered by it.

Nonetheless, that one face, always that one face, was stormy and electrified enough to show they were bothered by it. Riah – the human menstrual cramp. With a chalky, exasperated face, she darted Lili a murderous look as she cruised on her bike towards her. With her everchanging My Little Pony hair and, today, a dark ‘Team Guy Who Almost Hit Bella With A Car’ T-shirt, Lili could easily spot her and her uninviting expression.

“Look where you’re going, Pisslord!” Her raspy voice blurted out.

“Woah. Who ate your bowl of sunshine this morning, Riri?” Lili smiled, anxiously, swerving around Riah.

“Call me that again and I’ll shove a cactus down your throat.”

Lili’s nervous twinkle were now clenched teeth, her eyes grown and twitching. She pedalled, with all the power she could rake up, down the path as far from the girl, glancing back every now and again in precaution of what seemed like inevitable death. “I love high school.”

 

Wandering down the school paths on campus, with a regain of tranquillity – as close as you could get to it in high school – it was normal for Lili to disregard the hanging Converses on the trees and the tie dye kids strumming strings and singing Kumbaya. Even the differences that created big divisions between groups didn’t bother her anymore. Everyone seemed to be in clusters: from the cheerleaders, who were flashing much more than just bright pom-poms, to the I’m-Not-Your-Ordinary-Teenager outcasts, who never fit into anything. It didn’t even dawn on her how there were still people crying over not having the Charizard Pokémon card yet also people on the second trimester of their unwanted pregnancies.

What did linger in her mind, though, was whether there would be any spaces on the cycle stands left for her.

 

And this extract…

 

Extract Two

One minute she was just a white lab coat and curiosity.

The next, she was plunged into regret, pleading for her life. Scintillating spots of colour blinked in her blurred vision like out of focus fairy lights, as her neck jerked side to side. Crowd to crowd. Phone flashes streaked through the late-night darkness. She could see flushed faces yet fiery eyes. Eyes fixed on her. More white showing than usual.

There were several metres between her and the circling congregation like it was a wall of safety. Or segregation. She felt the world caving in on her; the buildings, the traffic lights, the streetlamps, the stars, edging their way closer and closer to her.

The icy air spiked at her chalked cheeks and fingers, but nothing was more merciless than the excruciating crushing in her head. Her palms struck against her temples, eyes fastened shut. “Help me.” The words whistled with the biting breeze. “Help.” She bearded more force this time as the words caught in her dry throat. But it wasn’t enough. They heard, but they didn’t listen.

Staggering forward, the wide road rumbled as if there were a beast awakening underground. Ready to break free. A series of screams wailed out whilst people stumbled back, but it was still all muffled and fuzzy to her. Reality felt like a whirl of flickering lights and murmuring noise. Questions darted back and forth in her mind, racing. Nothing was slow enough to pin down, nothing made sense as her mind twirled into knots and tangles. That’s when she heard the alarmed bellow.

“Hold your fire.”

It was in that moment she felt grounded to Earth. Red and blue engulfed her, and she could sense guns all aimed in her direction. Despite the uniformed man, stretching one arm out while the other told her to stay still, all her pupils could fixate on was somebody else. Him. He was the centre of her tunnel vision, lingering within the ignorance and crave of everybody else. They hooked gaze, the amber streetlights glinting in their vanquished eyes. Sorry.

 

What do you think?

 

-Shay

Is Utopia Possible?

I wrote a post on The Artistics, revolving around this month’s theme, Utopia. Follow for other upcoming posts about the concept of Utopia, by some awesome bloggers! 😀 And if you want to take part and contribute to our creative magazine blog, The Artistics, read our Member Search post!

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What is Utopia?

Apart from the image of endless meadows of colour and piercing warm sun beams on lush mountains, which for your information, are devils in disguises; they are not easy to climb up. James Franco made climbing and hiking look easy in 127 hours…apart from the part where, you know, he gets stuck and almost dies. Yeah, that didn’t look easy.

The actual definition for Utopia, according to the wise old Wikipedia “is an imagined community or society that possesses highly desirable or nearly perfect qualities for its citizens.”

If you ask me, that seems pretty ambitious. As much as it may hurt to hear, I don’t think Utopia will ever exist, or if it is even possible. And I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.

Like most bookworm-y, couch confined, ‘in their feelings’, ‘I hate people my age’ teenagers, I went through a phase…

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My Crazy DofE Adventure | Story Time

If you read my last post, I mentioned I was going to do my DofE Gold Practise Expedition. I had previously done my Bronze Award, which I found hard at the time. However, looking back, I don’t know why the hell I complained. Bronze was a lovely stroll in the park in comparison to gold.

🚨 Spoiler Alert: I Survived 🚨

 

(Some images I insert will be a little blurry since I took it while walking and they’re screenshots of videos I took.)

As I mentioned before, I was on my period during this trip. I honestly don’t care if that’s too much information because I think it’s important to mention that I was BLEEDING while walking for more than eight hours. Also, it was the second day, so if you’re a girl, you probably know that it was f̶r̶e̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶N̶i̶a̶g̶ar̶a̶ ̶F̶a̶l̶l̶s heavy. 😂

We drove by coach to Brecon Beacons in Wales, which if you google, looks like an amazing and gorgeous place. And it was. But now, I hate it from association with the trip…

Google Image of Brecon Beacons

When we got to the campsite, we set up our tent. There was mould all over the inner bit of the tent. So basically, we slept under lovely fungus. On the plus side, if any of us had a bacterial infection, we could just make some penicillin with the fungus. 🙃

We then planned our route for the next day and mapped out how we were going to get to the next campsite. I worked out the six figure grid reference for each checkpoint and others did the distance calculations and time calculations. We ended up working out that we would only be walking for three hours, when we were supposed to walk for at least eight hours. This made us really happy because it meant we could take long breaks.

We were wrong.

 

Chilling at the campsite on the first day was actually fun. We played charades and this weird ball game and paranoia. We thought the trip was going to be fun and happy.

Again, we were wrong.

 

The next day, we set off with our approximately 15 kg bags on our backs, which didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Our group was made up of entirely girls and we were accompanied by this teacher, we decided to call Gertrude. Gertrude told us “we don’t need breaks.” I was just like OMG THAT WAS SO FUNNY HAHA GERTRUDE YOU’RE SO FUNNY AHAHAHSAHSKA.

I didn’t like Gertrude.

 

The walking was fine. There was a lot of poo and nettles and thorns, which we all precariously tried to avoid. I tried to stay at the front of the group as I found being at the back made you feel more tired since you feel like you need to speed up. And then we reached a freaking mountain.

We knew we would have to climb up something steep due to the close contour lines on our map but I don’t really know why we didn’t think about the mountains that were surrounding us. So we climbed up a freaking mountain. I was so shook at this point that I started playing Shrek in my head to calm myself down from the fact we were climbing a steep mountain that went on for ages with 15 kg bags on our backs. We had a two minute break halfway up the mountain and my friend swapped the tent she was carrying with the stove I was carrying. We carried on climbing with frequent intervals of “Oh my God”s. And then we reached the top. I don’t even remember if we had a break after that. We started walking on the mountain, going a little uphill until we reached the clouds.

We did eventually walk through the clouds and it was very cold and wet but I strangely enjoyed it. We passed forests and reservoirs and it was very pretty but went on for AGES! I walked with one of my friends at the front, which was a good choice because it meant I could have breaks when we waited for others to catch up. Also, our hands got really fat from wind burn. It looked like the hands of a chubby baby. I also noticed that I actually have a lot of endurance and am so much stronger than I thought I was, both mentally and physically.

aND TheN wE hAd a BreAk!

 

Gertrude, the teacher, left us “to get coffee” and we were left on our own. We sat in the same position for about twenty minutes, which would have probably made Gertrude cry and faint. We looked at our map and decided to rebel against the route Gertrude suggested because we thought we were clever. We were going to take a short cut.

 

We went down a steep side of the mountain in a zig-zag formation, avoiding burrows, poo, sheep, nettles, thorns, this Prometheus alien like flower and slippery rocks. We were all travelling in single file. At the front, leading the way, was the friend I walked with before and my god, she was so hardcore. Then my best friend was second, who called out what to avoid and was looking at the map. Then it was me, who managed to end up still falling into holes and walking into faeces, even after being told to avoid it and then I would tell others to avoid it and then a friend behind me would pass the message along to the rest of the group. 

We then crossed paths with a skeleton. There was a skull, ribs, spine, limbs, the whole shebang. And there was blood. Everywhere! I guess that’s what happens when you decide to take a different route…(it was a sheep or small horse skeleton though, don’t worry!) Close by, was what looked like a human poo. Maybe someone else saw the skeleton and got a bit too scared…?

(Image of the skeleton to the right)

 

At first, it was okay. And then it got steeper and we became more impatient. We went further down the mountain, where it was practically vertical. I slipped and grabbed onto a giant clump of crap for dear life. At this point, in the words of Gemma Collins, I realised that actually this is serious stuff. I just thought haha, this is not for me.

This sounds like an exaggeration but we were very close to death.

 

After ages of slipping and zig-zagging, we made the decision to just head straight down, instead of going across the mountain diagonally. Two people chucked on waterproof trousers and slid down the flipping mountain. I carelessly, grabbed onto thorns and nettles to you know, avoid dying. I just didn’t care anymore. I even let spiders of all colours crawl on me. (I have red spots from it all over my arms, legs and hands, now. 😂)

We trekked down this very very steep path of nettles, which was low down so the mountains were high up on the sides of us. The path slowly faded into a stream, which became more slippery as you went down it. So, without hesitation, we all, one by one, ROCK CLIMBED up, vertically, without a rope, with 15 freaking kg bags, to get on top of the mountain again. We rock climbed! I’m still shocked by it since that’s something I would never have done without a safety rope.

We ran down the rest of the mountain to a path at the bottom and finally had a break on this patch of grass that was in the shape of a sofa.

Arriving at the bottom

 

And then we went through a gate

into private property.

 

We didn’t know this at the time until we were about half way through the field. I’ve been told by several people that you can get arrested for trespassing, since it is illegal, and farmers could shoot you if you do. We saw two farmers with dogs at the bottom of the field so we travelled incognito, laying low (with my bright yellow raincoat and giant pink hat) to avoid dying, which seemed very likely during this trip.

We sprinted across onto another field, while this horse that probably belonged to the farmers followed us and watched us. The horse was a little snakey snitch. We dashed over a fence onto a road, where there was a sign saying “Do Not Enter (the field)! Warning of Danger!” I think it would have been a little nice if we saw that before.

 

We trotted along the road, happily, shooketh to the core at all we just went through, and then a white van passed us. Not that type of van though…

There were a few of our teachers in there. They stopped and one came out, who told us to wait. He went back into the van and as he did, we legged it down the road. I really don’t know why. We literally ran from the teachers and I honestly don’t know why we thought we would succeed because we were so goddamn slow. The teacher ended up following us to the campsite since we were about three hours late. Finally we got to the campsite, where everyone clapped as we got there. It took us twelve hours! So much for taking three hours with loads of long breaks… 😂

 

The campsite toilets were disgusting though! 😂 There were giant spiders everywhere, dead flies all over the ceiling, either mud of poop smeared on the walls, period blood dripping on one wall of the cubicle, water that smelt like sewage, and “windows” without glass. A giant flying daddy long legs entered one while my friend was on the toilet and she screamed and ran out and we were all running from side to side, screaming, as it followed us.

 

The next day was a little less exhilarating and a little more painful. We climbed up mountains at least three times (the 3rd time was torture) and a male sheep almost charged at us. So yeah…

 

How was your weekend?

 

-Shay

400 Followers!!!!

I was just checking my notifications, when I saw one pop up saying that someone had followed me, making it to 400 (actually 401 💁….) followers!

I honestly didn’t imagine getting this many followers so thank you to anybody and everyone for clicking that follow button! It means a lot to me. But that poor follow button…being pressed 400 times. 😂

There are so many people that I want to individually thank but that’ll take forever and I’ll miss a lot of people out but if you’re a frequent commenter and liker and general friend, you know who you are! ❤

I also want to mention that I won’t be here from tomorrow morning until Monday evening. I’m doing the Gold Duke of Edinburgh Award Practise Expedition, which requires me to walk eight hours every day in this thing called nature for three days and sleep in this thing called a tent while I’m. On. My. Period. I might as well freebleed and lead a trail like Hansel and Gretel so I’ll always know how to get back. TMI? 😂

It’s supposed to rain, too, and in my Bronze Expedition, I literally got stuck in the mud. My tight walking boots came off and I couldn’t get out. I had a couple of bugs trapped in my shoes and I hadn’t washed those boots out of fear for TWO YEARS! I’m pretty sure there were a family of inbred bugs after that… My friend also pushed me in cow poo on the last trip… I’m not really looking forward to tomorrow.

I don’t know how I’m going to do it!!!!

 

 

Anyways, I’ll probably post and reply to comments again on Tuesday or Wednesday, if I make it out alive.

 

Again, thank you all so much for 400 freaking followers!!! 😀

 

-Shay