Story Time- A Day At The Beach

Hello World!

How have you all been? I hope that you’ve been taking care of yourself. I started working last week, trying to save some money before school starts, which is why I had to miss one week of posting. I’m back now though! I still have to catch up with some of your blog posts, so I’ll be doing that asap. My last blog post was a kinda a heavy one, which is why I decided that this week I wanted to post something a bit more chill and fun. I still wanted to be creative though, so I tried telling you a story time of my day at the city and the beach with my friend, in a more of a creative, story-like way! I’ve never done anything like this, but I kinda like how it turned out. Let me know what you think about it, and enjoy your reading!

Wednesday, 5 August 2020 – going to the city + the beach with my friend

It was a warm, sunny Wednesday. School has been out for a while now and students were filling up the streets, the malls and the beaches, happy that the weight of the last year was finally lifted off their shoulders. Tel Aviv was the main attraction for these people- a big, beautiful city thats got it all- high buildings, malls, stores full with almost everything you’ve ever dreamed of, a sunny beach with many parasols decorating the sand, making it the most colorful place you’ve ever seen. People from all across the country made plans to visit the city and enjoy a day off, as did my friend, Cydney, and I. We woke up early, and met at the nearest train station. We were wearing our masks, of course, and had to print a special ticket for the train at home. Before getting on the train, we went inside the small bakery that was located by the station, and we each payed for two small and fresh croissants. Soon after that we were already sitting inside the train, preparing ourselves for the two hours ride ahead of us. But, unlike what we thought, the time flew by quicky- we each read a book that we’ve brought from home, listened to music and ate the croissants. Soon enough the train stopped, and a male’s voice echoed inside of the train – “the train will now arrive at the city Tel Aviv”. Excited and nervous, Cydney and I collected our bags and got off the train.

The train station in Tel Aviv was under the ground, so we had to walk up a long row of black stairs. When we finally made it to the top, the sun light washed our faces as we glared up to the high buildings, taking in the fresh air. The roads were packed, but the noises coming from them were nice, different. Cydney and I looked at each other and smiled. “Should we head to the beach? do you know where we should go?” Cydney asked me, and I replied, “I think I know where it is. I know where it’s supposed to be”. Happy and excited, we were on our way. We walked down the streets, looking all around us with excitment. We both live in quite a small town, and after being quarantined in our houses for a good 5 months, coming to the big city was a good change of air. We kept on walking for some time, exchanging stories from quarantine- I told her all about my dog, and the book that I was reading. I also told her how excited I was because Taylor Swift just released a new album. She told me about her family and books, and how excited she is to see her grandparents again. At some point we entered a store and bought there some snacks to eat at the beach.

After about a good 40 minutes we kinda… got lost. Yes, we knew where we were supposed to go, but we weren’t sure how we were gonna get there. After using google maps we realized that the way to the beach was quite long, and that we needed to take the bus. We walked around the city, searching for a bus station. The walk was quite tiring, for the sun wasn’t so fresh and warm after such a long time walking- it started to burn our skin and give us a headache. But sure enough we soon found the bus station, just as our bus arrived. We hopped on it quickly, paid for the ride, and sat down. During the ride we barely looked outside the window, as for as far as we knew, our stop was the last one. We talked, laughed and made jokes. After about 15-20 minutes, I realized that something has to be wrong. It took us way too long to arrive, and after taking a closer look at where we were, I realized that we did take the right bus, but that it was going the wrong way. It took us forther away from the beach rather then getting us closer to it. I hesitated telling that to Cydney, since we already walked for 40 minutes because of me. But after two more stops I pulled her arm, took our bags and said “I think we should get off here”. At first she didn’t ask many questions, but as soon as we got off the bus she turned to look at me and said, “we were going the wrong way, weren’t we”. “Yes, but that’s totally okay, we got this, all we need to do now is cross the road and take the same bus,” I said. “Don’t worry!” I added, knowing that she had a tendency to freak out over stuff like that. “Sure…” she said, as we started to cross the road.

When we first got off the bus I didn’t pay a close attention to our surrounding, as I was busy with calming down Cydney. But now I realized how strange the place was- it was a lot more crowded and loud. The streets weren’t as clean as they were before, and the only people walking around seemed to be religious (judging from their clothes). It didn’t bother me much, but then a different bus passed by and Cydney said, “hey… we’re no longer in Tel Aviv, we’re in Bnei Brak!” Bnei Brak is a religious town, right by Tel Aviv. She pointed at the bus, which had a sign that said “Tel Aviv”, meaning that it was heading that way. I looked aside, and saw a group of teenage boys, playing soccer while being all dressed in black suits “…..Shit”. I said. “My parents are going to kill me!” Cydney said, and I knew that she was right- her parents did not let her go too far away by herself, and it was a miracle that they even allowed her to come with me to the city. “Hey hey, we’re on our way to Tel Aviv! really, don’t worry”, I tried to calm her down again. As soon as we arrived at the bus station a bus stopped, and we just hopped on it, asked whether it was going to Tel Aviv or not, and when the driver told us that that’s where it was headed we both took a seat and waited.

The ride was about 30 minutes long, and we had to switch to a different bus in the middle, but it was fine. We listened to music- I played her “august” by Taylor Swift and she played me “November Rain” by Guns N’ Roses. We both were feeling a lot better, knowing that we were now safe inside of Tel Aviv, and were heading in the right direction. Soon after getting on the second bus Cydney started to make jokes about how stupid our luck was, and it immediately broke the ice. Once we started catching glimpses of the sea, I felt even better, as the sea is my “safe place” (heck, even my name on here is “ocean girl”!).

Once we got off the bus we faced a whole different view from the one before- a long, dry road that lead to the sand. The sand spread out beside the road, matching it. Above those two were the blue sky, fitted in big, fluffy clouds. The sea was closing in everything, completing the picture with a touch of light blue. “Yay! We finally made it!” Cydney said, and I smiled back in return. We did make it, finally. It was 14:46 already, and so we decided to change quickly and go for a swim.

After a short visit in the restroom, and after renting a parasol on the beach, we layed down on our spreaded towels and sighed with relief, breathing in the salty air. We ate our snacks, made jokes and talked for some good time. It was a bit different then our previous conversations- we now had nothing to worry about, nowhere to go to. We were simpy sitting by the beach, enjoying life.

Soon after we got tired of sitting and talking, so we decided to actually try to go into the sea. We placed our phones, wallets and keys inside of a plastic bag, and buried it in the sand beneath our towels. That way, if someone tried to steal our stuff it would take them a longer time to reach it, and we would be able to notice it by then. We cleaned after ourselves and walked to the sea. The water wasn’t too warm or too cold- it was just right. We placed our legs inside, letting the salty water wash all of the day’s dirt that stuck on to our flip flops. We laughed as the wind brushed out our hair from our faces, enjoying the peaceful moment, trying to forget all of the worries and the stress that we’ve experienced in the last five months.

The way back was short and simple unlike what we went through in the morning. Finding the right bus was way easier now, and we arrived at the mall (in which the train station is) 20 minutes after deciding to leave the beach. We still had an hour to waste before our train arrived, so we decided to go and find a place to eat. Cydney ended up ordering pasta, while I ate a salomon bagel. It was really good. We still had some more time, so we decided to spend it inside the shops- we looked around, pretty tired at that point, and tried to enjoy ourselves.

While sitting inside of the train, we each listened to our own music. I listened to some classical music (yes yes, I know how it may be boring for some people, but I find it fascinating) and actually fell asleep on the way home. Most of the time we would both look at the changing views outside the window, and every now and then one of us would make a comment about the day, sharing funny memories and such. We were mostly quiet. When the view became more similar, and we started to recognize some buildings, I said my goodbye to Cydney, hugged her and thanked her for the awesome company. I got off the train one stop before her, and made it just in time for the bus that took me home. And that was how my amazing day at the city and the beach with my friend went. It was really fun and funny, and it was something that I’m sure I’ll remember for a long time now. Of course, Cydney is not my friend’s real name, but it seemed rather cute so I choose to use it ๐Ÿ™‚

I would like to truly thank you so much for spending your time reading this blog, or any of my oldest ones that you’ve read. It means so much to me, and I truly hope that you enjoyed reading my posts as much as I enjoy writing them. Also, this feels like another great time to note that English isn’t my native language, so please don’t roast me if I made any mistakes ๐Ÿ™‚

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Toodles! ๐Ÿฅฐ

-ocean girl

Losing A Friend

(Trigger Warning- I will be talking about a friend that I lost last year. )

Hello World!

How have you all been doing? I hope that everything is well and that you’re managing to stay somewhat sane during this weird time. Lately I’ve been able to read a lot more, I just finished reading my second book since the beginning of august, which is two books more then I read this entire year. “Me Before You”, by Jojo Moyes, is one of them. I would love to write a review on that book in another post someday maybe, but in this blog I would like to talk about the feelings that I felt after finishing it. This book talks a lot about life and death, and it really got me thinking about something that I’ve been putting off for a long time.

When I was eleven, just going into 6th grade, my parents told me that we will be moving to a different country and that I will be going to a new school. Of course, I was sad, scared and nervous. I never switched schools before and I didn’t know anyone from that country. We moved there during summer break, about a month before school started. My mum signed me up to the girls’ volleyball team that started training in the summer, so I could get to know some of the girls before starting 6th grade. This was probably the best thing that she could’ve done, even though I hated every second of training at the time. I knew no one, I had no intention of getting to know anyone either. I was mad at my parents for taking me away from my friends, for putting me into a school that I didn’t want to go to. Nonetheless, I still went to every single practice. I saw all the girls whispering and looking at me, and I felt awful. One time during practice I locked eyes with one of the girls, let’s call her Bella. At that moment I just knew: we were not going to be friends. She was kinda mean to me in a polite way, if you know what I mean. I didn’t really care at the time, I simply left it as it was. On my first day of school I found out that she was in my class. We were pretty mean to each other- blocking each other’s exit, giving each other death stares from across the room, etc. Looking back, I really don’t know why.

Around a month after that first day all of the girls from my class were playing volleyball during our break time, including Bella and myself. At some point during the game, one of us, I can’t remember which one, passed the ball to the other. We both slowly started only passing the ball to each other, without saying a word. After that break was over, Bella and I started being nice to each other and slowly became friends.

We were never BFFs, but we were on pretty good terms. I was her classmate, and she was mine. I remember one time, when I got to school early and only the both of us were there, she showed me her legs, after shaving them for the first time. She was so excited and happy, feeling quite mature, I assume. When I asked her if a cut that she got from the razor blade hurt, she smiled and said, “You do what you gotta do”. We both laughed at that, and all was well.

Two years later my parents told me that we were moving again. I saw that one coming, because I knew that we would only stay in our new house for a short time but, I was still really sad. On my last field trip with my class, a few months before the end of 7th grade, I decided to go to all of the students who I ever been mean to and apologize (it was only Bella and another boy lmao I wasn’t a bully, don’t come at me). I went up to her and said sorry for my behaviour at the beginning of the previous year. She smiled at me, said that she was also sorry, and we hugged. It seemed to make her quite happy, and maybe she felt like we were much closer afterwards, because she threw me a “goodbye party” at her house. I was very surprised, but I was also young so I didn’t think too much about it. She hanged up many photos of me and my friends, and glued an image of me on a notebook in which the rest of the class wrote their phone numbers and nice messages. After the party I said goodbye to everyone, and we moved. In the next two years I didn’t think of her very often, and if I did then it was only because we sometimes talked on snapchat or I saw her instagram stories or photos. I never really thought about how she was doing- after all, I never felt like we were really close. To me, she was mainly a classmate.

But at the beginning of my freshman year in high school (in a different school of course) she got diagnosed with cancer. I had her in my mind, and I would follow her stories and updates on social media, but I didn’t feel like it was my place to say anything to her. We haven’t talked in two years, and it seemed to me kinda fake and wrong to simply text her saying how much I love her, when we both know that I would’ve never done so if she wasn’t sick. I also didn’t want to offend her for that same reason. She was pretty positive on social media, but our mutual friends told me otherwise. in the beginning of my sophmore year, when she got really sick, I decided to dm her on instagram. We chatted for a bit- I told her that I wasn’t sure whether to text her or not, because we really aren’t that close, but that I do care for her very much and am here if she ever needs me. She texted me back, saying thank you and promising to update me if anything changed. She never did, and I never asked.

Around august 2019, right after I returned from summer camp, my mum took me aside and told me that Bella passed away a few days before. Normally I’m quite an emotional person (I’m a pisces, for god’s sake!) but I was okay. I was in a bit of a shock, but I didn’t cry. I didn’t know what to do, really. It felt very weird, like I was supposed to be sad, but also not, because I haven’t seen her in longer then three years. During my junior year in high school I still thought of her every now and then. Our mutual friends would post her pictures on the instagram, saying how much they miss her. But it wasn’t until I read “Me Before You” that it hit me- she was once very much alive, but no longer is.

It was very diffucult for me (and it still is) to wrap my mind around the idea that she simply isn’t here. Because I live too far away from that area, and because she wasn’t that present in my life, I never felt that change. Until now. It’s terrifying to think that a few years ago I saw her slowly growing up- playing volleyball, shaving her legs for the first time, hunging out with her friends- but her life stopped. She never turned into the woman that I saw her turning into. It’s terrifying. It made me realise that no one is safe- anything could happen at any given moment, and you will never know when’s the last time that you’d experience something, or see someone.

I feel pretty bad for the way that I acted- I should’ve tried harder, check in with Bella on a daily basis… even though I didn’t see her as a very close friend, she clearly saw something in me if she decided to throw me a goodbye party at her house. I know that I never wanted to hurt her, which is why I never insisted to recieve updates from her- I didn’t want her to think that I’m only asking because I feel bad. I’m very glad that at some point I did say something, I did try to recover our friendship- but after I sent that message the ball was in her court- it was her choice whether to keep on texting me or not. Or was it?

I still have no idea what to say or how to cope, because it all just hit me two hours ago. I really felt the need to share all of this with someone- so there you are.

But I guess that that’s it. I’m still thinking about her, especially now, and I was wondering- how to you deal with something like that? It there a specific thing that I could do? I normally don’t get many comments on my blog posts, which is fine- I still had the opportunity to get this off my chest- but know that if you also are dealing with a loss of a loved someone, I am more them happy to hear you out. Feel free to share your story and struggles in the comments- I might not be able to understand, but I can help lift some of the weight off your shoulder.

Thank you so much for choosing to spend your time on reading my blog. It realy means a lot. Take care of yourself!

Toodles! ๐Ÿ”ฎ

-ocean girl

Using The CeraVe Products For Two Weeks- Review ๐Ÿงด

Hello world!

How have you all been? What’s new? I finally started my summer break, which is super exciting! Even though I’m stuck at home just like most of you (I believe) I still have more time for myself. I started to read again, and it’s really fun and amazing. I’m actually currently getting a card for the library! If you’d like to, you can tell me what’s your favorite book in the comments, and I’ll be sure to check it out ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ve also been able to talk with my friends more, and hang out with my dog!

So apart from those things I’ve also been able to use social media more, for better and for worse. I follow a bunch of skincare pages on instagram and tik tok, and I’ve noticed that almost all of them post many good things about the “CeraVe” skincare company. I’ve been struggling with acne and dry/ oily skin for some time now, so I’ve decided to give it a try. My mum and I went to the store, and got the “Hydrating Cleanser” and the “Moisturising Lotion” by CeraVe, and I’ve been using just these two products along with sunscreen for around two weeks.

Before starting to share with you how it effected my skin, I think that it would be more helpful if you knew what my skin type is. So my skin is basically what they call “combination skin”, meaning that my “T” zone (forehead, nose and chin) is oily, while the rest of my face is dry. Here’s a sketch I found on the internet that might be helpful for a better understanding.

So the products that I bought were for normal to dry skin, as I couldn’t find for a combination skin. My first impression of the products was great! The texture was so soft and light. I did not like how the cleanser felt on my face, it felt quite oily, but the lotion was so great, and I got used to it after using it for a couple of days. The lotion dissolved quite quickly on the skin, as you can see in the pictures, which I counted as a pro.

After one week of using it, I didn’t see that much of a difference in the T zone, but my cheeks were so soft and felt clean. Usually I tend to have very red cheeks, and I could actually see that they became a bit pinkish and not so red like they usually are after using the products. After two weeks of using both of the products, I was able to see a slight change in my forehead, and whenever I got a new zit, even though it wouldn’t go away over night, it definitely became way less swollen and kinda dryed out quickly.

In conclusion, I think that the products did a very good job overall. They were meant for dry skin, so where my skin is dry, they worked perfectly fine. I think that if you’re looking to try out some new skincare products you really shoud give these a go, just make sure that the products that you pick are meant for your skin type. If you don’t know your skin type, you can simply look it up! There are also many quizzes that you can take to find out. Also, I would recommend to also continue using other products- when I tried them, I stopped using my toner, serums and more, which is maybe why it didn’t work as much as the reviews claim it would! But I don’t know, I’m not a proffessional lol. Either way, I would give the “Hydrating Cleanser” 3/5 stars, and the “Moisturising Lotion” 4/5 stars.

And I guess that that’s about it! I’ve never actually done a review before, so, I’m hoping to get better and better ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you so much for choosing to spend you time reading my blog, it means a lot. If you’d like to, you can check out other blog posts! You should be able to see them if you scroll down a bit. You can also follow my blog if you’d like to see more from me!

As always, take care.

Toodles! ๐Ÿงผ

-ocean girl