Wednesday, 28 September 2016

The ugly + The beauty


We all have flaws. Some of us stumble with saying words that start with vowels. Some of us get consonants mixed up and say things like the 'rong load' instead of the 'long road.' Some of us have crooked teeth that require a lot of money and dentist-trips to need fixing. Some of us have loads of red acne. Some of us have birthmarks, beauty spots or moles in places that might seem awkward. Some of us have bushy eyebrows, or pointy chins - you name it. We've all got things. Some of us have weird habits like re-reading emails for typos after clicking the 'send' button rather than before. Or weird habits like biting fingers whenever you're bored. Or scratching one's forehead whenever there's an awkward silence. Some of us get offended by random strangers winking, others laugh at the hilarity. Some of us have clumsy feet. Some of us just cannot sing nicely. Some of us have squints. Some of us have bones sticking out in awkward places like at the sides of the elbow. Some of us don't know how to answer the question 'how are you doing?' Some of us have odd-looking toes. Or odd-looking ears. Some of us can't seem to do dainty things with their fingers. Some of us have never won a game of tennis or badminton. Don't even get me started on the ability to find out what x means in algebra questions. Some people can't for the life of them string pretty sentences. Some of us can't pronounce words like 'January' and 'heroine' without making an effort. Some of us have wobbly knees. Some of us get nervous when people ask random questions. Some of us have to wash their hair every day in order for it not to look greasy; other people have beautiful clean-looking locks for three weeks without washing it. Some of us have weird spots. Or uneven skin.

But you know what? We, all of us people, are all made in the image of God.


Some of us have calm soft glows in their eyes. Glows that reflect gentle waves and silver stars. People have beautiful crowns of gold hair. Or adorable freckles like pixie stardust and brown summer sand. Or the ability to sight-read piano pieces from grand old composers like Mozart and Brahms. Some of us sing like nightingales and some of us get A-stars at Maths tests with ease. Some of us are good at surprising people; or leaving cute little notes. Some people don't need to follow recipes to create delicious meals; they just sense what will taste good. Other people can spin gold tales with pencil or ink. Some of us can draw faces that seem to come alive on the paper. Some of us can make babies stop crying. Some of us can play the violin so beautifully that people listening get emotional. Some people wear high-heels without wobbling. Or they can cartwheel and strike ballet poses like they've always done it. People have sweet smiles and steady handshakes. Some people make phone calls not awkward. Some have clear articulation and the ability to whistle with their fingers. Some people can wiggle their ears, which is cool. Some of us squeeze people's hands in sympathy. Some of us hold doors open for strangers. Some of us have adorably twisty smiles that writers put in books. People have rosy cheeks and beautiful dimples and dents. People have ways with words and ways with music. Some people cheer everyone up; they just shine with happiness. Some of us can make a whole room laugh till they cry. Some of us will stand at the side and whisper with one close friend. Some of us can make wedding dresses fit for a princess; some of us are into pottery. Some of us run as fast as some animals do. Some of us make beautiful pictures and videos; some of us listen, observe and give wise advice.

Some people think they have nothing in them. Which is nonsense. Everyone has something which reflects our God. Whether it be their vibrant, beautifully colourful smile, or their strength to say 'sorry' when it's the time to say sorry. Whether it's their talent to pick up a crying child and make it smile in less than two minutes or their talent of passionate dance. There is good in everyone.

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Autumn is here.


Sock sliding on the floor downstairs // Wearing socks again // PULLOVERS // High-neck pullovers // Ugly and beautiful pumpkins // My siblings gathering beech nuts // Wearing my black ankle boots again // Kate and William's Canada tour this year // Dark evenings // The sound of rain // People posting pictures of hot drinks and orange vegetables all over the Internet // Tea // To-Do Lists // Journaling in my 'so darn happy' notebook that Emma gave me // Chatting with said person // Long emails from good friends // Writing down loads of ideas for my book // Singing // The book of Ecclesiastes // Psalm 119 // Tom+Barbara (in Call the Midwife) // My washi tape collection // The smell of September sunshine // The feel of cool autumn-y-ness in the air // Leaves // Apples // Carrie Underwood singing basically any song // Right now I can't stop listening to 'Good Girl.' // The Andrews Sisters // Old trains // Lightbulb-strings // Stars // 11:00 pm // My room at 6:00 pm when it's like gold in the sunset // Buying little girly stuff // My little sister Susanna starting to talk // Long trousers // Youth Group // The kids at Youth Group who come wearing their pyjamas // Eating crisps in the evening // Scott Joplin // The moon // When cities sparkle in dark rainy evenings // The love interest in my book // Martha, my protagonist // Biscuits that are dry and squishy at the same time (?) // People who literally do not care about the way they look // Pyjamas with long sleeves // Sending a letter to a youtuber (Katie Gregoire) // Chocolate // Playing the guitar // 'My Lighthouse' // The way world maps look // Flowery paper // Letters from Emma <3 // Memories // Fruit // People who aren't ashamed of what they believe // Good sermons // Weird and cool dreams in which I meet fictional characters in person // Dreaming in general // Making people laugh // Prayer // Autumn is here. (Just in case you didn't know that.)

Saturday, 24 September 2016

The Official Guide: How to be a real fan.


Hello, dear people of the interwebs.

Have you just discovered your new favourite movie? Have you decided you really looove this and that film star? Say you just read The Book Thief and decide it's your favourite book EVER. Or say you just started to watch Downton Abbey and decide you are a FAN FOR LIFE. Or that you just discovered Carrie Underwood and decide that there is no other human being on earth with a better voice than her. Or than you very strongly believe no-one on earth is better than Jennifer Lawrence.... congratulations, you are a FAN!

Now... being a fan is a large, pressing responsibility. According to Google Dictionaries, a fan is (no, not the wind-blowing machine) "a person who has a strong interest in or admiration for a particular person or thing." This is what boring people define fans as. What dictionaries don't tell you is that there is a price to pay; and there are duties you must fulfill in order to be a real, true, loving fan. Being a fan takes time, money and a huge place in your heart. Not to mention energy. Now I realise that as an early-born fan, it will be hard for you to know where to start. Your heart is probably bursting with love for The Hunger Games, Taylor Swift or whatever you are fan-ing about; you probably have no idea how to do this!

Don't worry, not to worry, I am here to help you out. As a very experienced fan I am proud to announce:

The official guide to how to be a real fan.


Number one - BUY ALL THE THINGS.

Let's take an example. For instance, Downton Abbey. You discover it; maybe via a friend or via the peer pressure of society. Then you get hooked; as of course one would.

Now, the first duty you must take into practise as a fan is to own ALL the fan-material. In the case of Downton Abbey, this would be: Buy all the DVD's - aka, the entire box set. Then buy the 'official guide to Downton Abbey' by Julian Fellowes' daughter. Then that behind-the-scenes book with the gorgeous full-colour pictures; then the 'entire Downton Abbey scripts.' But we don't stop there; oh no. You still need the posters; the cushions, the bed-spread, and the Downton Abbey cookbook. And then find out if someone made Downton Abbey bookmarks or necklaces on Etsy and buy them too. Oh, and these tea-cups. DUHH.

What the haters do is they say it isn't worth all the money. We must do everything in our power to prove to those haters that that is not true. At all.

Oh, and DON'T FORGET T-SHIRTS.


Number Two - Go to places

So, your bedroom is all whatever-you're-obsessing-about-themed? You have four Tom Hiddleston-T-shirts? You have ALL the cd's in which Jeremy Jordan is featured? You own every single Hamilton keychain avaliable on Amazon, Etsy and Ebay? Great. Good job. Your fan points are rising.

However, in order to call yourself a real fan, I'm afraid you'll have to redig your purse. All in good cause, of course, because as a fan you should only be dying to go and visit allll the places. That museum - that exhibition - that movie location - that concert... as a fan you should be able to tell you friends, 'Oh yeah, I went to two Willis Clan concerts' or, 'Oh yeah, I've been inside Highclere Castle several times' or, 'I've been to all the seven Florence Nightingale museums in Britain.' (I have no idea if there are seven - just invented it for the sake of creativity.)

This one will make you a Very Important Sounding Fan. High fan scores.


Number Three - Watch ALL the videos

Whatever your fandom is, there are videos on Youtube to watch - there are ALWAYS videos to watch. Interviews, documentaries, trailers, behind the scenes-stuff, q&a's... watch all the videos.

A prime example in this situation is Newsies - the fun-loving, rythmic musical of newspapers boys going on a strike while singing ridiculously amazing songs and striking ridiculously impressive dance moves. There are loads of behind-the-scenes Newsies videos ("Hi, I'm Andrew Keenan-Bolger and I play Crutchie in Newsies" - tell me that rings a bell.) on Youtube and as a fansie it is thy honourable duty to WATCH THEM ALL. Your life is NOT complete if you haven't see them ALL.

(Also, one needs to get and understand allll the fandom's inside jokes, ammirite?)


Number four - Fan accounts

This is for when your fandom is so near and dear to your heart that you want to do something even more. It shows true sense of devotion and seriousness and people will truly see you as a real fan of whatever it is. Create a fan account: a fan blog / a fan tumblr / a fan instagram account... I mean, the list of possible fan accounts and websites and blogspots and webspots are endless.

The fact that you'll probably get sick of it and stop posting on it after a while has nothing to do with the matter. And of course you have TIME to run these accounts... time is love and you LOVE YOUR FANDOMS RIGHT?!!

(PROVE IT THEN. You NEED to PROVE your LOVE. In fan accounts. Now.)


Number five - Be creative

Examples are indicated in the following list:

a) Fan sketches. You like to doodle around and have fun with the pencil? Sketch your favourite actor! Or your favourite Anne of Green Gables character. Sketch Lizzie from The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. Show your love for these people and fandoms through the magic of sketch. (If you cannot sketch you can i) try or  ii) just don't do it because it might be terribly embarrassing.)

b) Fan hashtags. This is one you could start if you're on Instagram or Twitter - start a fan hashtag! Make it go trending. #elizabethanddarcyforthewin #elinorlovesedward #iamafansie #Hamiltonforthewin #DowntonAbbeyisthebest #WHYDIDMATTHEWDIE.

c) Fan videos. Here's how you make fan videos. In five short steps: i) Just take some clips of your favourite fandom couple. ii) Put it in slowmotion. iii) Use a cool filter to make it look unique. iiii) put a love pop song on the background. iiiii) Post it on Youtube and share it on Google+. EASY.

d) Create shipnames. Dr Turner + Sister Bernadette = Turnadette. Darcy + Lizzie = Dizzy. Emma Woodhouse + Mr Knightley = Knighthouse. All the couples need a shipname.

e) Make gifs. And scatter them all over the interwebs.

f) Fan pictures. They're all over pinterest. MAKE THEM yourSELF. We need MORE. (Easiest way to make it look like you're an excellent fan by creating cool, creative pictures? Put a filter over a picture and put a quote or an overused sentiment on it. In a nice font. Aaaand you're done.) Example:

(In all seriousness, this is a cute picture.)

Number Six - Pin all the Pins

On the subject of pictures and Pinterest... HAVE FANDOM BOARDS. Pin every single lil' pin there is to find on the Thing you Love. Make loooooaaaaads of separate boards. (Say you love Jane Austen? Make a Pride and Prejudice board. A Sense and Sensibility one. A Persuasion one. BE DEVOTED.)


Number Seven - DEFEND IT.

Discussions with the haters - these require sweat and energy and true strength, but as a real fan, this is one of the most important things you have to do. It is a duty and an absolute must - you HAVE to interfere and discuss and defend and rant whenever you hear someone (or see someone) say anything slightly offensive or negative about this and that movie/person/whatevs you love. Use A LOT OF CAPITAL LETTERS TO DEMONSTRATE YOUR POINT, use italics shamelessly, and Why not bold things up. Lines such as 'ur a hater!' and 'go away' and 'ur have NO idea what ur talking about' are great persuasive tools.

There are always occasions to do this - I mean, go to any Youtube fan video/ or trailer/ or documentary/ whatEVER and you'll see mean comments. If you don't, you'll see that there's at least one (probably like, 31, or, if it's a popular video, 49800000) dislikes - which gives you the sublime opportunity to comment: "The 31 people who disliked this do not have a heart." Or SOMETHING icy and defensive.

Basically, as a true fan, you must make other fans - you must tell people the TRUTH and tell it them right in their face - the hard way.



Obviously EVERYTHING in the fandom is PERFECT. Nothing in it is even remotely bad. Nothing your favourite celebrity does is even remotely bad... I mean, everyone makes mistakes sometimes but they are really PERFECT human beings. They are superhuman and amazing and well they are famous and popular and beautiful and that must mean they are perfect. DUH. I mean, the fact that they need defending proves that... um... right?!!


(*insert picture of Big Head Kid and Famous Person to see how many people watch Blimey Cow*)



Number Eight: Identify yourself as a 'fandom name.'

The fandom name. Ahh, they are badges we wear with honour and gratitude and pride. Haniacs (Hunter Hayes Fans), Austenites (Jane Austen fans), Cowmoonity (Blimey Cow fans), Swifties (Taylor Swift fans), Cumberbabes (Benedict Cumberbatch fans.)... the list of titles in the world of fandoms is endless. Be proud and stand tall and wear the fandom name with grace, dear people. Maybe you can wear a T-shirt with the word on... maybe you can hashtag #iamahiddlestoner (if you're a Tom Hiddleston fan) on every single Instagram post. I mean, it's part of your IDENTITY guys. Show it.

I mean... because you need to have a NAME to PROVE that you're a fan, right? To prove that you're part of the family... the fan-family, right? If you don't have that it's like you are ashamed of it and it's like you don't want to be a fan.

Fandom names is also what brings the fans together. Vital. Mary and Lavinia were both Matthewites, and it created a very unique bond between the two of them.


Number nine: Know facts/lyrics by heart.

... DUH.

I should have mentioned this earlier, but... duh. I mean... DUH.

It is EXPECTED of you that you know allll the Hamilton songs word to WORD before you are worthy of the title 'real fan.' You should know all the background information... all the facts... all the lyrics... all the quotes... I mean DUH.

DUH.


Number ten: Tell people you are the BIGGEST fan.

Now you can actually TELL people you're the biggest fan. The fact that you can't in reality really weigh love or obsessions has nothing to do with it - if you feel like the number one fan, that means you ARE the number one fan. You can tell people stuff like: "Oh my gosh! I'm like, her number ONE fan...' and then you can talk about all the stuff you have to prove it. Because obviously, as a real fan, you have a lot of backing up to prove that this fact is true.

If it is an actor or a person you are a huge fan of, you can actually interact (or attempt to) with whoever it is - you can comment stuff like:

"I AM UR NO 1 BIGGEST FAN"
"I LOVE U SO MUCH CHECK MY ACCOUNT PLZ"
"You are my fave I'm like your biggest fan srously I've got all your books."
"i drew u!!! i love you!!! i'm yr BIGGEST fan!!!"
"like if ur a swiftie"
"Like this comment if you are a REAL fan."
"OMG I AM HIS NUMBER ONE FAN."

This will really warm the heart of whoever you are talking too. They will feel enormously flattered.


Now you have it... you know now the road to becoming a real fan. Good luck guys. ;-)

{Okay... for those of you who are confused: This post is STRONGLY emulated with little bits of dry irony and sarcasm. Obviously no-one should be this besotted about anything on this world. That would be rather stupid of you.} (Because um, you can be a fan of something without social media and T-shirts and dvd collections and concert tickets to prove it. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.)

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Well look what came in the mail today...


GUYSGUYSGUYSGUYS.

Look what came in the mail today to join my humble abode and possessions?!!! THE COMPLETE (as in complete) Downton Abbey collection!!! :-O :-) It wasn't the cheapest thing I've ever bought, BUT MY GAWWSH IT WAS WORTH IT. It's basically the prettiest thing that ever entered my life and don't you dare say I'm using too many hyperboles today. Seriously.

The box is all GOLD and CREAMY and well, obviously, epic. Inside are hours and hours of enjoyment, millions of epic storylines and swoony costumes and amazing characters and fantastical quotes... all. of. it. Like, every single episode and every single Christmas special all bundled up into this beautiful box. Can I get green faces of envy, please? (I find it funny that Amazon calls this a gift box. Like why would anyone buy it as a gift for someone?!... 90% of the people buying this obviously buy it for themselves.)

The box also contains some adorable extras (not to mention loads of behind-the-scenes footage and making-of dvds)... such as two Downton Abbey tea towels (I am now finally a REAL fan. I own the tea towels.) and two DA tea circly-things-to-put-your-cup-on, you-know-those-kinds-nobody-ever-uses-but-they-are-so-cute-anyway. Obviously I took some staged Downton Abbey Box pictures and well, for all the reasons, I demonstrate them to my sweet followers. Enjoy the gold and the epic:


(I also love that the box looks like a box of chocolates. What with the gold and all.)
(And no, Amazon didn't make me write this. It is all done out of the goodness and EXCITEMENT of my heart.)
(NOW TO REWATCH IT ALL RIGHT?!!)

*goes off to scratch "Own all the DA dvd's" off bucket list*

Sunday, 18 September 2016

Story Snippets


What do you do when you're running out of time but really feel like posting something? And when you need to be writing but need to do something to encourage you to write one some more? Well, you post Story Snippets on your blog, of course.

(None of this is properly edited, but I thinks it's good enough for Public Eye Judgement.) (Tell me what you think!)

{Character inspiration for Tom}

------
And Tom… well, Tom. Something sad happened to Tom. It wasn’t like with Esther and Susanna; who I sometimes forgot had ever even existed. In fact, I had to be reminded by someone; or the family Bible records, that I had two little dead sisters buried in some strange graveyard. That was okay; no-one really needed to talk about it. 
Tom’s disappearance (he ‘disappeared’ when I was nine) wasn’t talked of, but it was a gap that screamed screamed screamed to be talked of. I yearned to talk about it. So did Laura; I knew she did. But our parents never did. They never explained the reason for the silence either; so for years and years I just didn’t understand, and that annoyed me more than anything else has ever annoyed me in the entire length of my childhood.

------
In 1949, Laura turned thirteen. In those days, the term ‘teenager’ was just starting to become the fashion, so of course she used it endlessly. Laura vocabulary was very up to date. She said words like ‘tickety-boo’ and ‘heebie-jeebies’ and ‘bee’s knees’ in practically any sentence that exuded from her throat. 
Also, she said, ‘Mercy!’ The. Whole. Time. She thought it was cool or something.I contented myself with words like, ‘great’ and ‘fun’ and ‘nice.’ My vocabulary would have killed mice with boredom.
 ------

{Character inspiration for Laura}

------
He had the looks, of course. Inevitable – it comes synonymous to popular. Good-looking = Popular. Popular = Good-looking. How sad society is. 
He had a wave in his rich, dark hair, swept back with gel his mother sent him from America. (I wondered why he wouldn’t just go back. Go, sir. Bye. Buzz off. Now.) He had luxuriously dark eyes and well yes, he was divinely attractive. It could not be denied. 
 ------
Laura was easy to spot. She was sitting on a high chair at the bar, her yellow dress looking all gold and shimmery in the light of the darkening room. She was drinking; most likely Babycham. Her first time drinking Babycham – something she’d been dreaming of for ages. For months and months, she’d talked about one day drinking Babycham in high heels. Why didn’t she want to share this moment with me?!
------

{Character inspiration for my main character, Martha}

------
We would peek through the window and watch the lovers walk through our street as dusk gathered, their arms wrapped around each other. We would wait for this man who always walked through our street around 20:15 – we called him Pete Butcher, because he looked like a Pete and he looked like he was a butcher by trade – and then we’d wave at him. He never waved back, he always sent us a long scowl. Laura thought it was hilarious, and we always laughed about it. Once I dared Laura to stick out her tongue at him, and she did. Oh, how much we laughed!
 ------
Mornings. 
They are odd things. They are new beginnings, but then they aren’t. They are like hope and dread rolled into one. Hope, because it’s a new day, and something wonderful might happen. It’s a new day and a new opportunity to start all over; fresh and new, like fresh morning breakfast rolls. 
But dread, because you know it probably won’t. Life goes on. If day no. 53 is a bad one, chances are big that day no. 54 won’t be that stellar either. Good and bad times come and go in long slow waves; generally, and everybody knows that.
------


Have a wonderful Sunday, dears!

Saturday, 17 September 2016

The importance of what is important.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.{Philippians 4:8-9}

NOT IMPORTANT:
- That thing that person said.
- Whether or not you are wearing make-up.
- Whether or not you wrote 1000 words in 30 mins like you used to do.
- Beauty.
- Whether you look your age or not.
- All of us. Just me. Not important. Take a step back and reflect in humility.
- Fashion.
- That look you got. Forget about it.
- Whether or not it's raining or sunny. Just be thankful.
- That other people seem 10x more confident.
- That you got C's.
- Basically millions of things.

IMPORTANT:
- God.
- Following His rules.
- Praising Him.
- Loving others.
- Forgiving others.
- Bible
- Patience
- Faith
- Joy
- Hope
- LOVE
- Just, all the fruits of the spirit.
- Jesus / God

Please remember this: All the things of this world add to NOTHING and the word of the Lord stands FOREVER.

Tuesday, 13 September 2016

My Favourite CTM characters


As most of you probably know by now - and are completely sick to hear of it (I mean, some of my poor friends can never stop hearing me talk of it) - I love Call the Midwife. I am watching  it with my Mama and my sister and we enjoy it muchly Indeed. I started to watch it back in April, and now we've just started Season Five. It was better back when Jenny graced us with her presence (stupid actress decided to leave), but it's still really really good. Babies are still born in dramatic ways and Actresses still deliver their lines with punch and wit and emotion and grit.

Anyway, here are my favourite Call The Midwife characters. IN NO ORDER IN PARTICULAR. As usual. :-)


1. Sister Evangelina

Okay, she's grumpy and hot-tempered, but I LOVE Sister Evangelina. I don't know why, but there's something so adorable and lovable about her; under that angry, mouthy countenance. I LOVE practically every single thing she utters; she basically provides 90% of the comical relief in the show. She is strong, practical, to-the-point, and doesn't do sentimental mush and pretend-make-belief. Sister Evangelina says what she thinks (perhaps a lil' too much?); does what she says; thinks what she does; does what she thinks; and there is absolutely NO nonsense about her. (AND SHE MAKES ME LAUGH. SHE IS SO FUNNY.)

Sister Evangelina is a very skilled midwife and nurse; and has a long, amazing history of delivering babies, driving War ambulances and I know not what. She hardly ever boasts about it, and she has an extremely gentle and humble side about her - you see that pop up whenever she's in a delivery room, and I love that. I love how kind she is to all her patients.  Of course, whenever she breaks down, it makes for the most emotional scenes - I cannot bear to see her upset. (In that episode where she accidentally swaps two babies - ugh, I feel so bad for her.) 


There are endless funny scenes with Sister Evangelina. Close to the top of the list is the scene where she buts into Chummy and Peter awkwardly complimenting each other and says what we were all thinking. CLICK HERE to know what I'm talking about. It's one of the all-time best CTM scenes. And there was the time when she scared poor Fred (I love how they're such good chums) out of his wits by racing all around Poplar on the motorbike. And when she told the lady who wanted 'the small one' that she'd have to do with 'the big one.' And so on.


2. Barbara Gilbert

She is a DEAR. I loved her from scene one, where she makes her adorable, awkward entrance into the world of Poplar.

Barbara is not a second Jenny - she is a completely different, unique character; and she quickly became one of my favourites! First, I loved her because I related to her so. much. Always dropping things? Always getting into awkward situations? Hashtag  I relate. Also, she loves eating and is not ashamed of it; she always does her utmost best (and yet gets unlucky) and she's super kind and sweet. There's something very cute and innocent about Barbara - something we need more of in characters, I think. Barbara is no glamour-lady like Trixie; but neither is she a quiet introvert like Cynthia. She's quite outgoing; but then also not.

(AND HER AND you-know-who-but-I-won't-spoil-who. AGHHHH THE CUTENESS. By far the best thing about Season Five. :-)) (I also love her patterned cardigan.) (And her hair.)

Tom is one of my favourites too, by the way, but he annoys me sooooometimes, so I won't make that big of a fuss about him. Although ehhhh, he IS amazing and I LOVE him. So mark that. And I love it that he makes 'something hot and wet' for the beggars every evening. HOT AND WET. :-) (That's his way of describing soup, haha.)


3. CHUMMY.

aka Camilla Fortescue-Chomely-Browne. Aka Nurse Noakes. Aka just Chummy. I say. Tickety-Boo. And all that. Old egg.

Okay, so the way she talks makes my bones happy. It is hilarious and adorable and Wooster-from-Jeeves-and-Wooster-level genius. The way she takes little breaths in random places and calls people things like 'egg' and 'old chap' and 'young sir' and 'old sport' is just a treat to the ears. Everyone loves Chummy - everyone wants to hang out with her and go biking with her and eat chips and teach her flirting techniques. (Okay... scrap the last thing. That kind of stuff is reserved for people like our dear Trixie.)


As the show goes on, some of the Chummy bits get kind of boring - especially if old Mater is involved in any sort of way - but our dear spectacles-wearing, sewing-genius, tall-stature-mind-your-head Chummy full-on deserves to be on this list.

Also, she and the Constable Noakes are so so so soooo cute together. Constable Noakes - Peter - (did you know that in the books/ real life he was called David? Why on earth did David get changed to Peter? Either the scriptwriter got the Bible stories mixed up or either she was in an unnecessarily creative mood. Either way, weird.) - Peter is one of my favourite characters too, by the by. He's such a good sort - or, as Chummy would put it, an absolute brick; absolutely tickety-boo.

*cue them dancing in their nightgowns*


4. Trixie Franklin

My thoughts on Trixie come in ups and downs - sometimes she annoys me, other times (mainly in the later seasons) she bores me, other times I LOVE HER TO BITS. And therefore she deserves a solid mention.

Firstly, yes, Trixie is an absolute flirt - sometimes all she seems to care about it boy-talk, Babycham and haircurlers. Oh and did I mention cigarettes? But she has a ginormous heart and she brings so many levels of wit, beauty, sass and spark to the show - she is strong and wilful and also very vulnerable. When Trixie cries, WE ALL CRY. When Trixie has an eye-sparkle, we all know the situation can't be that very bad. I love how cheerful and optimistic she is.

In the later series, Trixie gets a lot of Issues and Problems - which casts a more mature and grave shadow over her as a human being. I like the 'new' Trixie too (although her Keep Fit class bores me, ha) but the old care-free and hilariously young Trixie is my favourite. Also, her hair in the first two seasons is way cuter than her short almost-white pixie cut. I'm glad she grew it out quickly.


5. Cynthia Miller

Cynthia is a DARLING. She is 100% kindness, gentleness and humility. Out of all the midwives, she's definitely the last who'll do anything intentionally wrong. (She is just like her hairstyle - neat and good and obedient. :-P) (Hairstyles personified. There.)

SPOILER TIME : Sooo, Cynthia Miller becomes a nun. Actually the episodes where she makes that decision are very emotional ones, and I love them a lot. Also, it's absolutely beautiful that she loves God so much and that her faith is such a big part of her - of course it is! Buuuut, I prefer the old Cynthia. I prefer it when there was a possibility of her finding a cute and kind gentleman, and I prefer it when she was part of the 'midwife gang', giggling and laughing in their nighties in the bedroom. But I love Cynthia anytime, of course.  SPOILER OVER.


Honourable Mentions:

Tom (the vicar), because just / Fred, because he's funny and plain adorable as Santa Clause / Jenny Lee because DUH guys she's the leading lady / Sister Julienne because of her strong faith and everlasting wisdom / Sister Bernadette because she's 100% kind / Shelagh (I KNOW it's the same PERSON, but LET me) / Timothy Turner (just, the Turners, aww) / Peter Noakes because of his cute smile and his huge heart.


Who are your favourite CTM characters?

Friday, 9 September 2016

Once again, random.


I want to write a blog post right now, but I haven't a clue what about. :-P *awkward silence* *crickets chirp* But there's always stuff to talk about; always things to be happy about... blahdeblah ladidahhh. How about a post in which I write about random little life tidbits and random little things that have made me smile lately? How about it, right let's do it. POST WRITING TIME COMMENCES.

Firstly, Call the Midwife. Call the Midwife. Call the Midwife. This show is my life right now. Almost every evening, my mum my sister and I will go to the spare bedroom and watch a new episode on the spare-bedroom-bed. We're the CtM-watching-squad and we have a lot of fun. I almost always cry and I always laugh and I often sigh in frustration and squeal in the adorbs. We just finished Season Four. It wasn't the best season so far, (+ some skip-able scenes) but STILL. IT'S SO GOOD.


Barbara is a sweety (plus she reminds me so much of myself sometimes) (only she never has bad hair days), Tom is ridiculously goodlooking and Fred and Violet are the cutest thing since Minnie and Alfie in Lark Rise to Candleford. Sister Monica Joan annoys me though - I do not care about the solar system and Mercury and monologues in poetry-form. Shush. (Also, it's been really fun talking about this series with this girl lately. :-P)

I really, really missing hanging out with Emma in person. Also, I miss her sisters Sadie and Molly, and I miss her cousins. (Emma, come over here. Let's go and visit places and watch more DA and play pranks on my brothers.)


I've been ill lately. I've been watching a lot of Youtube videos and I've been snoozing in my bed doing nothing. Luckily I'm feeling better now, but I'm still kind of tired and head-achy and you know, not 100% me old self yet. However, I've discovered some videos that have really really made me laugh, so I wanted to share them with you. I don't know if any of you have heard of the Youtube channel 'Jostie's Flicks', but they're both pretty hilarious... (as are practically all their videos; I mean, I love them.)


(This one made me smile till I read 'lol' and then it made me laugh out loud. :-P)
(AND THE TROUSERS THING.)


(My sister and I laughed so much about this one. 'They watch the Little Mermaid.' 'Oh. Ohh.' :-P)
(Also HOMESCHOOLER HUMOUR alert. ;-)) (Specifically, American homeschooler humour. I had to explain stuff to my sister before she understood some of it, ha. :-P)

WATCH THEM. :-)

Tomorrow, thank goodness, is Saturday and Saturday means LONG TO-DO LISTS, which I don't mind. ;-) I already have it all written out - it includes cleaning, but it also includes writing and going to the library to get some books to read which for some 'tremely odd reason makes me rather excited.


What else has been making me happy recently? Long emails from good friends. Good ideas for Stuff. Those gusts of inspiration one gets when one knows one has a whole day of schoolwork ahead. Impeccable timing, wow. Good job there. The charming, darling little Roald Dahl movie Esio Trot which made me go 'aww' and which made me laugh. Good books to read. Songs to sing. Hummus and Garlic Bread and Ice-cream (although not together, ew.) Blog posts from friends, cute adorable Instagram photos (LIKE THIS ONE) and the beautiful smiles of little siblings.

Also, God. Being a Christian isn't easy, but it is worth it. There's a price to pay, but it's worth it. Amen.

Glory to Him for ever and ever!


(OH. Look at the time!) (I need to go and sleep.)

Monday, 5 September 2016

A post for the boys.


Dear Guys, dear Gentlemen, dear Sirs, dear beard-wearing trouser-wearing creatures with low (or one-day-to-be low) voices. Dear boys. Dear chaps, dear dudes, dear people Of The Male Sex.

This post is for you.

You know, I really don't give you enough credit, I really don't. I so often address my post with just ladies and girls and, well, maybe my brother if I'm very lucky (brothers don't count) (maybe that sounds very mean, but they just don't) in mind, but I rarely even pass it a thought that One of You might be reading the words I publish online.

It's fine - you're perfectly, perfectly welcome here. I am open to all kinds of readers. Even dogs may read my blog if they would be capable of it, although I wouldn't appreciate it if they licked my headers. Not that I'm comparing you with DOGS. (Far from it.) I like boys; they're cool people. We're both people, we're both allowed to read this blog - you. are. welcome. 

Thing is, I have a question. I don't THINK many of you actually read my blog. Out of the 6000 comments on my blog, maybe three come from your sort. Two of which were my dad. Or something like that, anyway. 

Just... I SOMEHOW just suspect that it's just girls out there, kindly filling my followers-box and increasing my views.

I can't be though. There MUST be SOME boys, some men out there reading Wonderland Creek. Maybe not? Maybe not. But I think that maybe there are. Thus the reason for the post; I demand clarification. Is there a lad or a sir amongst my 128 (wut??? 128 followers guys) followers? I would appreciate it if you'd say 'hi, I'm a dude and I read your blog' in the comments. I'm interested to think what male people think of my blog, though. Does the content bore you? Do you cringe at the way I swoon about Movie Heroes? What sort of posts do you like best? What's the male perspective from this little, stupid blog?

The point of this post: WELCOME, sir. Do stay a while. Of course, I thank everyone for sticking around, but I want to thank you ('you' as in, probably one person, if I'm lucky - I'm honestly even doubting your existence) for reading my blog.

Have a great day and don't forget to shave. Love, Naomi x

PS Please DO leave a comment. I'd be very happy to hear from you.

Saturday, 3 September 2016

Short little post in which I make a Genius wish.


I had a GENIUS idea the other night.

What if there was a CHUMMY voice on the gps? (You know, the map-thing with the voice people have in their cars. The Tom-tom. The gps. Whatever you call it.) I mean, it would be SO much more fun, if you had the directions directed by Chummy! It would be "I say, old sport, do turn right" instead of the boring, "After 100 metres, turn right." And, "If you would be so kind as to (*small breath*) take the second route on the following round-about, that would be tickety-boo" instead of, "Take the second road on the roundabout." And, "I say old bean, you've done it. Jolly well done," instead of the husky computer voice telling you that "You've reached your destination."

A Jeeves voice would be hilarious too. "Turn left, sir." "Take the exit, sir." "Thank you, sir."

Somebody make these. SOMEBODY PLEASE; hire Miranda Hart and make. it. happen. It would make car journeys so much fun.

Anyway, that was my short little post in which I make a genius wish. Now, goodbye mates. Be good. Embrace the awkward. Laugh when you attempt a ballet pose and then end up flat face-down on the kitchen floor. (True story. Happened yesterday. Shush.) Listen to good songs. But they are allowed to be stupid; but good kind of stupid. Also, be really, really, really friendly today - it's good to be really, really, really friendly. I know and God knows I need to work on that, so I'm going to try my hardest today and this week. You with me?

(Wow, I got unnecessarily deep. This was just supposed to be a short little post in which I make a Genius wish, remember?)

Now BYE.

Thursday, 1 September 2016

A very different blog look, Life lessons, Good books, etc. etc.


(Random shout-out thank you to the lovely Evie for showing me this and several other 'new' pictures of 'the Crown', the miniseries about Queen/Princess Elizabeth. It got me very excited, to say in the least. Doesn't it look gorgeous? ALTHOUGH SMILE. THIS IS A WEDDING.)

What-ho! First-off, the Very Different Blog Look. I am proDIGiously proud of it, after a lot of tweaking, 'mehhh'-ing and re-doing. I was suddenly tired of my general, old template (probably because I've overused it a lot) but a plain, plain white blog without any Period Drama or pretty decoration was too bleak and sad for me. So I found this medium! I think it looks clean, but still like moiself.

But what say YOU? Seriously, real talk time. Is it like Wonderland Creek? Doest thou approve? Is there too much white?

On a different note, summer is at rest. Technically, because who calls September summer nowadays, right? (It's till hot here, though. But school is At Hand, so summer it is not.) I had an amazing summer... mind-blowing, when I think about it. SO many firsts! Gosh, like, SO many. I went to AMERICA AND MET EMMA (let's just sink that fact in, fifteen-year-old Naomi!), I travelled on my own, I sat in a plane, I went out of Europe, I made new friends, I saw the ALPS, I swam in the Medditeranian Sea (wow, stop boasting), I accidentally said 'pretty' in an American accent and I earnt money by working at an old people's home. And I haven't posted about My Life in Eons; and neither have I dropped by with random info (I know you love those, haha. *sarcasm*). I have plenty to write about. No excuse for no blog posts. :-P


3 songs I've been listening to lately.
(They're all rather silly, but hush.) (And yes, that's a Call the Midwife picture.)

1. "I'm into something Good" by Hermans Hermits. This song is STUPID and ANNOYING and they aren't that good of singers, but I love it. I have to admit, after listening to it on repeat while writing, I'm completely sick of it, but I had a lot of fun listening to it for a few days. So.
2. "Popular" from Wicked. Ahhh HER VOICE IS SO GOOD. (Miss Meg and I were swooning about it several weeks ago; and we agree that we are both potentially jealous for life.) (Well, we envy her the voice anyway.) The lyrics are funny, although nothing to take very seriously, haha. "That's what makes me so nice," hehehee. I love this song; it's super catchy and it makes me sing, 'Lar, Lar, Lar, Lar' while taking a bath. Don't judge me.
3. "Night Changes" by One Direction. I AM EMBARRASSED. But I actually love this song. Sometimes I hate it, but when one's in the mood it's really meltingly cute. (The music video is really cool; I like it.) (I ADMIT. I DO.) (Wow, I have changed since last year.)


3 Lessons Learnt by working at an Old People's Home for 12 days. 
(Aside from the fact that it was tiring and my life was so busy and that gosh now I finally know what it's like to FULL ON appreciate weekends.)

1. Being Young is Good. I've never dreaded growing up, but now I sort of do. Not the 20's or 30's thing... but the actually GETTING OLD deal. I don't want to be 80. I don't want to be in a home where, if you're lucky, you actually have something to do in those hours you call Day. I don't want to wait for death in this house where people help you to eat and walk. (Okay, I just said that all in the most pessimistic way ever; and of course there are many happy old people's homes (like the one I worked in) and there's always things to be happy about. And when you're old you're wise.)
2. Old people (generally) appreciate the little things so much more than us young'uns. We must learn a lesson here; VALUE THE LITTLE THINGS. Some of the old people I met were so beautiful and appreciative and sweet... we must learn from them.
3. Photographs can be so melancholy. For instance, for the past 12 days ('cept the weekends), every morning, I've been taking out a platter with finished breakfast out of the room of an old lady. The old lady's name escapes me now, but she looks like an Angela so I will call her that. Angela was old and thin and wrinkled and pretty... her eyes dark with make-up and her lips red with lipstick, but on the wall was a large black and white photograph of her and her husband on their wedding day. It was the same face, but then young. The same chirpy eyes - the same tender smile; but clear skin, thick hair, a magazine model face and a dashing husband, with a whole life before her. The whole sense of old people looking at photographs of deceased loved ones and their young faces just is very melancholy to me. It's like they're immigrants in time.


3 Good Books I have Recently (re)-Read
(Read is the best thing ever. I just said that so I would have something to say that I could put in italics because I think it looks cool. But it IS the best thing ever.)

1. "All she Ever Wanted", by Lynn Austin. This is Lynn Austin's most mature book, I think, so I'd only recommend this to older readers, but seriously I MUST RAVE about it. It is achingly good - the riveting stories of Kathleen's childhood, the special frienship of Cynthia and Eleonor and their WW2 years... all so beautifully told - the story so beautifully spun by flashbacks, characters and little hints of mysteries you want to know more about. The way the bond between Joelle and Kathleen is strengthened throughout the book is beautiful. I would have bawled over it had I not been reading it during lunch break at the old people's home, with fellow employers beside me on their phones. I enjoyed All she ever wanted IMMENSELY, even more than the first read. A solid, solid five star-read.
2. "The Fault in our Stars", by John Green. I had read this before, and disliked it. It's still not my favourite book, and there are many things about it I do Not like (such as all the language ugh), but I'm really happy I gave it another go! The story IS very good, and the characters are super real - also the whole cancer subject is so sensitively and well-written and handled. And John Green's writing is Amazing. Mark the capital A. I gave it four stars on Goodreads; which is more than I thought I would ever rate it when I read it first.
3. "With every letter" by Sarah Sundin. Again, another re-read - this time I loved it the first time and loved it again the next time! Some of the book bores me some, but the letters are achingly sweet and the couple Mellie and Tom are so cute. I loved it; and I just had to rate it five stars! Natalie wrote a lovely review of it once, here. By the way.


3 Blessings in Disguise when Internet crashed
(It was crashed for five+ days and it was Very Irritating Indeed.)

1. It gave me an opportunity (and very good excuse) to properly get to know our new (Irish!) neighbours. I had to public Downton Abbey posts for the DA week, so I had to find Internet SOMEWHERE. Our new neighbours! Why not go ask them? So I did, and turns out the girl next door loves Downton Abbey AND the Good Version of Pride and Prejudice! New Kindred Spirit!
2. It got me back into writing! I NEEDED no Internet for that - last week I was in the biggest writer's block and now I'm ever so keen to get those fingers on the keyboard and fill those pages. I started a new story - inspired (very loosely) on Call the Midwife, which I've been watching and rewatching with my Mama and my sister Hannah. I wuvs it.
3. There is no third blessing. It was annoying. But there were two silver linings very much worth the mention, which I suppose, makes for the third blessing in disguise.


Now I must go... it's almost ten o'clock and it's not Saturday tomorrow, so off to bed I go. Love you all!

Answer these three questions in comment, will you? Just because it's random and duh, why not? (Also, the '3 things' pattern in the post. You get it? Three questions. THREE. YOU SEE.)
1. What do you think of the blog look?
2. What is something you've learnt this summer/winter/whatever season you're in?
3. Leave a link with your current favourite song in the comments! Any genre; I'm open to new song-types. :-P

Goodnight!