Silver Linings


I love it when people start blogs. When people send me their rough drafts to read, ask my opinion on a post of theirs or even include me in the brain-storming of their new blog.
LUURRRVVEEE it allllll.

I love Blogging because it is a cute webpage-world  where I get to talk about whatever I want with a bunch of the coolest people in town (loooveeee you guysssssss!!).
Some of the posts are important, some aren’t.
Most make zero sense and have a thousand typos and some I’ve posted,  deleted and then
re-posted again.

But, real life styles (with a z), just like anything, where there is a perfect dream world of great content and hilarious posts & every joke hitting a Home Run (ba-boom chhhhh!!), there are also the sticky things that get in the way of blogging and make this magical, hilarious blog world seem a little like dragging your tired, uninspired butt up-hill.
I think it is important to acknowledge that in any creative thang we have going on, it isn’t rainbows and butterflies all time.
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Bye Bye Bosisto


As I look around the empty skeletal apartment that has been the last year of my life, I notice how truly, unrecognizably empty the shell of my surroundings are. After a mere 2 days, there is not one shred of evidence left of a year filled with laughter, tears, frustrations, friendships, goals achieved, moments of let-downs and absolute, always-and-forever-abundant love.

The biggest lesson I face every single year since leaving home is the questioning of precisely that, home.
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A Change in the Weather

I haven’t posted a blog in SO long.
Every time I tried to write a post, I just had so much to say about how much I was learning or what I was doing, that I would start typing and it looked a little something like…


And I thought, Wowzer, I think I prefer it when I write in the manner that the human race can actually manage to understand. So I took the safe option and pressed the little red “X” on the top-left corner of my screen. Honestly, I did you all a favour and saved the life you would have all wasted Eye-brow raising, tilting your head to the left, then the right, squinting a little bit following by eventual realisation that it actually ISN’T English. Or any other language for that matter. 

Instead of keyboard-bashing for the rest of the day, I decided to fight the fog and go for a walk to the Public Garden down the road from my house.

This was after I spent the morning doing the Seasonal Swap-over. You know, the depressing out with the T-shirts and in with the Beanies? Or maybe you are familiar with the very popular saying “See-ya LATER any open toed shoes and Hello to anything wooly you can fit on your feet”? Or those games, How-many-layers-can-you-wear-without-looking-fat and Theres-no-point-in-straightening-my-hair-while-its-pouring-rain-outside.
OH yes, and finally the sobbing, heartbreaking farewell to your glowing summer tan.

– Lets be honest, I never struggle with saying goodbye to my summer tan. Because I never actually get one and am cursed with a ghostly-white complexion 12 months of the year. But I could imagine, to all you bronzed, olive-skinned beauties, it would HURT- 

So anyway, I’m walking. I’m walking and I notice the breeze. The breeze that is impossible to miss, as it is about -92849834 degrees. So in actual fact, I was trying to IGNORE the breeze. As I was shivering and questioning whether or not I was actually born with a brain for even considering coming on such a torturous walk, I realised, I’ve been in London for an entire season. Summer all the way through to Autumn. Not only have I been here for an entire season, but I have SURVIVED. A part of me glimmered with a little bit of pride at the fact that I’d had my fair share of crappy moments, but I’d come through like a pro!

a) I’d dealt with broken-down cars all by myself: Thanks to two amazing strangers who offered to help me, faith in humanity, RESTORED!

b) I haven’t gotten lost on the Tube: Thanks to the best iPhone app in the WORLD, fingers crossed I haven’t jinxed myself now…

c) Given myself food poisoning from under cooked-anythings: “No, no. If you scrape the charcoal off, I PROMISE you’ll find some chicken under there.”

d) Been killed by a mass-murderer: That’s always a plus!

Perfect! I would say it’s been a pretty successful first few months!


Seasons changing always get my brain ticking about change, in general. In my case, I’ve just turned 21 and if I’m being totally honest with you, I actually DO feel different. I don’t know if it’s because I’d spent a refreshing 2 weeks with my parents for my birthday? Likely. Maybe it’s because my brain had obsessed over being 21 that I had convinced myself I was different? Equally as likely. Or maybe I just went to sleep one night and awoke the next day as some-what of a genius? Personally, I believe the third theory to be the most likely out of the three. 😉

Whatever it was (*cough* theory number 3… *cough*) I felt a huge difference, and I still do. It’s definitely not just Summer turning into Autumn. Although that is definitely the case, just ask my new best friends who go by the name of Gloves, Coat and Beanie. We’re inseparable. 😉
Someone very, very clever (Shout out to my Mum, that’s you!) once said to me that it’s proven  that all the cells in your body are believed to be completely renewed after 7 years, (Some anatomy for ya’ll!) Also, coming hand-in-hand with that is the theory that your life happens in 7 year cycles as well. That every 7 years is the beginning of a new season of your life.

So, as I’ve just turned 21, the end of an exciting, crazy, beautiful, 7 year cycle, I know it is definitely more than just the seasons changing.


Olivia Faith.

Olivia Faith on driving in London.


I had a full day of filming the other day in South London. I currently am living in North London which, when you come from a small town like Canberra where it takes 20 minutes to get from the centre of the city to either side of town, seems like FOREVER away.
Now, it was my first experience driving on the highways in London, which is actually ridiculously easy. The highways/roundabouts/every road here is so clear and all make it super straight forward and basic for you to navigate yourself around the city. Not to mention that there is literally a lack of road rage. I would be lucky if I’ve heard 3 people beep their horns while I’ve been here. One was a bus, but I don’t think that counts because it was at me when I decided to run across the road at the stupidest time (Don’t kill me, Mum!). Traffic lights here go yellow before they go green, so I crossed the road assuming yellow meant that they were going to stop? BUT ANYWAYS, back to the roads, I am seriously impressed with them. As long as I managed to stay out of the way of the people flying at about 90837585374y578347scb km an hour I was safe.

Driving to the south side was the impressive part. I arrived about 15 minutes early and was surprised at how relaxed I was after driving for so long. I had expected it to be a nightmare. Only a few tiny hiccups but all-in-all an easy drive in. Anyone that knows me, knows I am a horrific driver and I can proudly say that I have sometimes gone months on end without sitting behind the wheel of a car by choice. *thumbs up* Hate it.
So after a whole day of filming, about a thousand pieces to camera, I was tired, hungry and super excited to see my new best friend when I got home, who goes by the name of My Bed. I put my address into my Map on my cute iPhone 5, I checked the time, 5:15pm and as the route came up I saw hundreds of little orange and red dots along the road I had to travel on. My face literally dropped, (I didn’t think my face could achieve any sort of expression of emotion due to exhaustion, but I was wrong, it managed.) Yikes. They were the traffic indicators, those little dots that show you where the bad traffic congestion along the roads are. (Amazingly smart on behalf of technology, but definitely NOT what I wanted to be seeing after 8 hours of filming!) I checked all 3 route options, all of them looked like they’d come down with a severe case of the chicken pox. Finally I decided to take a deep breath in and dive into it, this took a lot of convincing. I did find myself wanting to just sit in the car park for an hour and a half to let it die down. And in hindsight it would probably have been a better idea. But that is so out of character for Olivia Faith, who, of course, with her embarrassingly stubborn I’m-not-afraid-of-anything attitude wanted to tackle it head-on. Loser.
I was CRAWLING, no, not crawling, because I’m pretty sure if there was a baby crawling next to my car, it would have crossed the finish line well before I did. This continued all the way down the highway. But not just the highway,
It was pain if I’d ever felt it.
I found myself trying to lighten the mood thinking to myself, “Ohhhhh, right. I get it, (I didn’t) This is only this highway, once I exit in 5 miles it will be clear roads!” Wow, was I so, so wrong. I could see cars driving down the opposite side of the highway looking at all of us banked up cars like “Wow, it would definitely suck to be you!”. The exact same way I look at huge traffic queues. Except I usually try and send hand signals to the unsuspecting people driving up to the traffic to turn around before its too late. No matter how much of an idiot I look like, it is still so nice of me. Hah!
Anyways, after slugging it out (literally like a slug, because they are SO slow) for 2.5 hours, I arrived home. I stood under a shower for far too long and face planted the bed by about 9pm. It was then that I decided that if you can drive in London’s peak hour traffic, you can drive anywhere, or anything probably even trains and plains and things… SERIOUSLY.

In conclusion, Olivia Faith’s top three four tips on driving in London.
1. Wait for the traffic to die down, it AINT worth it.
2. Don’t leave your old phone with all your music on it at home. Rookie mistake.
3. Two options: Bring plenty of food or Die of starvation – your choice.
4. Do not ever, ever, EVER laugh at anybody stuck in a traffic queue. Because when karma bites your toosh, it is NOT even in the slightest bit funny.