Creative side of imagination

It's the last day of the year and also my last post in 2013. I know I promised to present you new chapter but unfortunately I got sick during the holidays. I didn't completely finished it and being unwell didn't help at all. I do promise you that it will be done and posted as soon as I get well again. In the meantime enjoy New Year's Eve, be happy, party and leave the past behind. Go into the new year without regrets and with a whole lot of happiness, love and health. May all your wishes in 2014 come true. “Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” ― Brad Paisley

Usually I am writing about stories and poems but this time I decided to showcase my other passion. Beside crafting, writing and all that stuff I also love to bake. Cakes, cupcakes, muffins, pies...there's literally nothing I wouldn't try to do. So since Christmas is already at the corner and I will be busy baking numerous delicious sweets, today was the only time to make my latest obsession... Pineapple Upside Down Cake. Although it looks tricky it's pretty much easy to do. And very quick. This is a treat for all of you, sugarholics. Pineapple Upside Down Cake Utensils: Weighing scales 23cm / 8-9 inch cake tin (or bigger) Spoon Teaspoon Wooden spoon Can opener or knife Whisk Spatula Dish Tin dish Ingredients: The Topping 50g softened butter (for greasing) 50g light soft brown (or white) sugar 6 or more pineapples rings in syrup, drained (depends on cake tin) glacé cherry (or similar fruits) The Cake 100g softened butter 100g golde...

Written today, without reason, inspired by Twitter's poetry . Hope you like it. ILLUSION Sunrise in your eyes keeps me smile at night. Shadows of darkness are lifted by light. The demons of doubt no longer reside imprinted in my mind, evicted by your touch. Voice of thousand angels writes the notes of a poem. Story of two strangers that have never known them. Perfume so divine that no one could've done. Effects of your love left no traces behind. Quickly as you came, you departed again. Telling me no name, an illusion in my brain. The morning light has risen the desire, the lust. To see you, to have you back, this I must.

I deliberated for a while if I should post this but in the end I realized it'll be kind of liberating. For so much time I wanted to express this feelings in a song and somehow I couldn't do it, until a couple of days ago while listening to a power pop song sang by Ellie Goulding called Burn . It just opened out to me and even though for a lot of you this song / poetry (whatever you want to call it) probably won't make sense, it's very personal for me. With its flaws and topics it shows how I felt and probably still feel, my dark moments and thoughts. It's not intended for anyone neither is written to impose any negative feelings...it's merely my expression of long awaited emotions building inside me during the years. Some of you'll get it and some probably won't but all I want for you is to read song with its purpose in mind...thus being clearing myself of any negative emotions and thoughts and letting past behind. So without further ado here's the ...

   Last few months were for me like a roller coaster. I felt like I've achieved something and then again all fell apart. It was the first time I didn't reached my goals, first time I felt helpless in many years. And looking back now I realize I was pretty naive to trust wrong people, respected people. I probably could have done things differently. But would the result be the same? I don't know. Maybe.     Some of you probably already know I am not attending college this year due to registration complications. And even though I don't want to accept that I hate the situation I'm in, I can't deny my feelings anymore. Even in my subconscious I feel trapped, dreaming I'm going to faint in room without exit. I couldn't accept circumstances. But I have to now. What shocks me the most is I was numb, I couldn't express all the emotions when everybody around me were either freaking out or were angry about situation. It was like I was dreaming, like it did...

     It was Madeline. She looked shocked. ''How did you knew what to do'' she said with astonishment. I didn't knew what she was talking about until I looked down at guy cautiously immobilized in my hands. He was pale but conscious though he couldn't talk because of the pain. I helped him stay afloat. I was surprised at myself that I knew how to react. ''Don't know, Madeline. Are lifeguards coming'' I asked. ''It will probably take time for jet-skis from Bondi to here but yeah they're coming'' she replied. Lifeguard on the surfboard approached us and asked us if anybody else beside the guy is injured on which we answered negatively. He gave the sign to the guys in tower. From I could tell injured guy had broken collar and possibly neck. I tried to reassure him as best as I could. Soon the jet-skis came, guy was swiftly taken on a spinal board and was given a neck brace. Lifeguards carefully held the guy on jet-ski and the...

   Moments flew by quickly spending time with new friends and finally spring came to its last days. You could feel the climate warming up. People were ecstatic. How could they not be, school hollidays and Christmas hollidays were just around the corner. I however didn't share their happiness. It brought me back to memories from Southport, last happy days we had as a family before things started to go sour. But I decided that past should be past and me and mum would at least try having happy hollidays despite our friends being all the way back in Britain. We deserved that.         I didn't realise until now that I actually have really good friends here in Sydney. Madeline became almost like my best friend...who am I kidding...she is my best friend. She helped me get through the fear of drowning even though I probably didn't like her methods at the time. But I trusted her since she is in a school swimming team and her brother is a lifeguard....

First of all I have important notice that next part of online novel will come in first week of September (it could happen earlier) due to college work. Scripts and drafts are already in the making. So until then I will post work of others or some of my song and poems. This poem or you could actually take it also as a song is about too many young lives lost due to addiction. It hit hard for me when I found out one of my favorite actors (Cory Monteith) died because of an overdose. I was aware about his past but I never thought that his life would end so abruptly. His death and so many of other young actors and singers in last couple of years inspired me to write this poem. It's probably on the side of my rarest darkest songs and poems (they are hidden in my book :)) . At first I was hesitant but now I think that it deserves to be published and that this theme shouldn't be a taboo in our world. After all more we talk about it better chances we have to save another young life....

      His face kept spinning in my head. All I could see were his eyes and lips. Thinking I was dreaming I fell out of my cloud nine and woke up…in a hospital. Pain in my chest reminded me why I landed here in the first place. Still wrapping my head over all the events happening in last couple of days I recognized one familiar person next to me. My mum. She looked terrible and tired. Tears were dropping from her eyes. “Oh, my God, Olivia. Sweetheart, you scared me to death. Don't do this to me again” she said with trembling voice. I tried to reply but she didn't let me talk. “Don't try to talk. Doctor said you'll need a lot of rest. We can talk later” were her words. I managed to say “Mum, I can still ...” much to her dismay when she put her finger on my lips. I didn't argue since I was tired and felt sleepy anyway. All questions piling up inside me will just have to wait. I stayed another night on observation and therefore being in hospital for already thr...