Monthly Archives: November 2012

When being let-down becomes almost inevitable it’s easy to believe that you expect too much from the world and the people in it. My life, if it were a novel, never quite fits the cover. Some chapters never end and others don’t get the chance to start.


Maybe I should come with a warning.


… acai berries!

#1 What are they?

Acai berries are fruits of the ‘acai palm’ and are found in areas such as Brazil and Peru. They are small, round and purple and around an inch in circumference.

#2 Why are they useful?

Apart from being rich in antioxidants this fruit’s oils are occasionally found cosmetics and anti-ageing products as they have been found to be much safer than other tropical oils. Their antioxidant levels also don’t diminish when they are stored long term.

#3 Is it all good?

For most people, yes. However if you have pollen allergies it is recommended that you only consume the berry in moderation although all together this berry is likely to be as safe as sound.


This post was inspired by my fellow blogger and boyfriend ( whose blog, I feel, relies ingeniously upon one’s imagination! 😉

I had my very first cup of tea on Saturday!

Perhaps a seemingly insignificant occurrence but the events that lead to that moment and followed amounted to twenty four hours of stupendous perfection.

Awhile ago I wrote in my blog how the world could be so different if we took in every moment; and that is what I’m doing.

I think about how quickly my world has turned around; all it took was a click and I am happy.

He’s beautiful, have I mentioned?

I pondered for awhile and have finally come up with a list of the five best moments of my life so far, I hope you enjoy reading 🙂

#1 Man Outside Post Office Calls Me ‘Beautiful’

A stranger didn’t just give me a compliment; he gave me faith in the kindness of strangers. Maybe he was just being nice but maybe he knew, it was perhaps clear, that all I needed in my life at that moment was a little faith. When he looked me straight in the face and told me that I was beautiful, well, I almost believed him.

#2 Iceland And Alive

Although I would be content in just saying how the entire two weeks of trekking in Iceland were a compilation of the best moments of my life (they undoubtedly were!) there was a moment, for me, which shaped my whole experience. It was the final day of trekking, we were exhausted, excited and thrilled to have reached our final camp site. At the site there was an enchantingly rustic and homely cafe/lounge type of place. After nine days of living in tents surrounded by mountains, maybe it was the first step back into reality but for me, it was a leap into the extraordinary. The room was decorated with art and a single guitar. We were all sat around, laughing and smiling with over what we had accomplished, and got the guitar down and we began to fill the room with music and soul. We sang together, the seventeen of us, as the team that had been to the highest heights and deepest depths it all came down to this moment. Maybe it was the feeling of being a part of something wonderful, maybe it was all the happiness that leaked from our spirits or maybe it was because I felt like, for once in my life, I was truly alive.

#3 Seeing My Name In Print

Perhaps the most shallow of my ‘favourite moments’, but having an article that I wrote published in an actual newspaper that would be read by actual people was undoubtedly one of the coolest milestones in my life.

#4 My First A*

When I saw that I had gotten an A* in my first English controlled assessment, although not entirely immediately, I gained confidence in the subject that I had always loved but never believed I was tremendously good at. A confidence that, I believe, stemmed my goals of completing a degree in the subject.

#5 Caught In A Mosh

My first experiences in a mosh pit saw me being flung from all sides of a small venue that was pact full of animated lovers of loud music. It didn’t matter who you were; nothing was left compromised. Feeling the music through your entire body and not caring about how stupid you looked letting it all out via questionable head-banging gave me such a buzz of total freedom. A feeling that I have never forgotten.

Have you ever been so happy that you’re afraid you’ll wake up?

And in reflection of this post’s theme of happiness here is an old photograph of me looking perhaps a little too happy as I hold a beautifully crafted (*cough) piece of art.

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