Thanks, it's been swell..
In the new year, I might be creating a new blog, and making it public! Aahh, exciting.
This will definitely involved having a shorterrrr URL. Haha peak times.
I think a read back of these blogs could probably sum up my hair cos I was pretty faithful. Keeping up the writing for 2010, and just expectant and excited for bigger and better things.
God's got me, oh yes.
:)
Friday, 31 December 2010
Monday, 27 December 2010
Saturday, 25 December 2010
This Year's Christmas...Sponsored by Nintendo -_-
Christmas Day.
Always a joyous occasion at Casa Foyeh, whichever family's turn it may be.
This year it was our turn so yesterday and today were spent tidying the house and mum went on a lazy tip and got a caterer to deal with the food.
Christmas morning was spent opening presents. Everyone did especially well this time around and it was surprised expressions and positive reactions galore. My vinyl player and LPs got me so super gassed. Enjoyed a 1963 album entitled 'We Shall Not Be Moved'. Ard. One period of political unrest boy, bare propaganda tunes. And then some Vaughan Williams conducted by Andre Previn himself. Glorious.
Things I'd bought for the family were well received and I was glad because I had spent time choosing gifts and it was also not too kind on my pocket. (God loves a cheerful giver.)
Got ready for the arrival of eight extra family members and one family member to be. Family #1 traipsed in, greetings were thrown across the hallway and caught in warm embraces. I was happy to see everyone but I was bitterly disappointed when my cousins, aged 8 and 4, immediately proceeded to whip out their new gifts 'Nintendo DSi's and have a good old play. What happened to quality family time guys?! Haha. I turned into some oldie overnight.
The wii has also been the source of great entertainment. Thanks Nintendo.
After a rant of mine (along the lines off 'guys, why are you all playing your DSs? I've left my blackberry upstairs, what do I mean to you?! ha), we settled down and watched Happy Feet which after some dispute turned into She's the Man.
Rest of the day has been filled with Scrabble, movie making, piano playing, out of tune singing, a drive to look at christmas lights, youtube video watching and eating. Fun.
Really unimpressed that the 14 year old and the 13 year old are currently the same height as me. What manner of nonsense?! -_- ahaha. I come from a family of tallies. It's a beautiful thing :)
Thanking God for everything. I really am so blessed. Today has been filled with food, family and love. Something that I properly take for granted and realise that so many people are without :(
Isaiah 9:6 - the reason for this wonderful day. 'For unto us a child is born...'
God sent his son to be born, to die, so that I could have life and life to the fullest <3>
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Sneaky peak preview
Gonna post the beginnings of a poem that I'm currently working on. Just for funsies.
It was really weird actually, the evening when I decided I was gonna write on this concept, I was doing some youtube poetry watching. After watching for like 40 minutes, I clicked on one vid and was like okay, after this one I musttt go and write my poem. And oh the irony, the poem I started watching was based on the same concept as my unborn poem. It was so bizarre.
I went on with the poem anyway, but I'm thinking, unintentionally, it will now have elements of the poem I watched in it. Never mind...
(It's consciously a typical 'im black(and asian) and proud/them and us' kind of poem. My views to an extent but highly exaggerated. Cheeky bit o' feminism in there too)
Boxes.
In some respects, we are nothing but lettering and numbers on various pieces of paper and cards.
From birth certificates to passports to drivers' licenses to the forms we fill in every single time any single things happens.
Same questions.
Name. Date of birth. Gender. Race. Race.
(Although that won't be taken into account at all in the processing of this form)
Please tick the box which applies to you
Tick. The. Box.
Tick. The. Box.
How dare you try to squeeze me and my heritage into one tiny box?
Mixed: white and black.
Mixed: white and asian.
Mixed: other.
Mixed: other. Is that all I can tick to represent what I am?
The rivers that ran riot through the souls of my ancestors cannot and will not be contained by your box
The Gongola river where they washed their clothes and washed their souls and were born anew
Mass gatherings at the Ganges to soak their far from sullenly coloured saris
And give their young freedom to splash and wade as they pleased
Your box cannot and will not define me
The contours of my countries nor those of my corpus do not course in straight, angular lines, they will not fit
In fact, all your boxes fail in their attempts to imprison me within their categories and subcategories
My female form will not be fettered
The ebbs and flos of she, the bump when life begins inside of me are not lines and right angles, they are curvaceous and round
Like the sun and the moon
Naturally in tune with nature and the natural ... TBC.
It was really weird actually, the evening when I decided I was gonna write on this concept, I was doing some youtube poetry watching. After watching for like 40 minutes, I clicked on one vid and was like okay, after this one I musttt go and write my poem. And oh the irony, the poem I started watching was based on the same concept as my unborn poem. It was so bizarre.
I went on with the poem anyway, but I'm thinking, unintentionally, it will now have elements of the poem I watched in it. Never mind...
(It's consciously a typical 'im black(and asian) and proud/them and us' kind of poem. My views to an extent but highly exaggerated. Cheeky bit o' feminism in there too)
Boxes.
In some respects, we are nothing but lettering and numbers on various pieces of paper and cards.
From birth certificates to passports to drivers' licenses to the forms we fill in every single time any single things happens.
Same questions.
Name. Date of birth. Gender. Race. Race.
(Although that won't be taken into account at all in the processing of this form)
Please tick the box which applies to you
Tick. The. Box.
Tick. The. Box.
How dare you try to squeeze me and my heritage into one tiny box?
Mixed: white and black.
Mixed: white and asian.
Mixed: other.
Mixed: other. Is that all I can tick to represent what I am?
The rivers that ran riot through the souls of my ancestors cannot and will not be contained by your box
The Gongola river where they washed their clothes and washed their souls and were born anew
Mass gatherings at the Ganges to soak their far from sullenly coloured saris
And give their young freedom to splash and wade as they pleased
Your box cannot and will not define me
The contours of my countries nor those of my corpus do not course in straight, angular lines, they will not fit
In fact, all your boxes fail in their attempts to imprison me within their categories and subcategories
My female form will not be fettered
The ebbs and flos of she, the bump when life begins inside of me are not lines and right angles, they are curvaceous and round
Like the sun and the moon
Naturally in tune with nature and the natural ... TBC.
Wednesday, 8 December 2010
Ex
Wrote this one about 2 weeks ago. Literally came out of nowhere.
Ex marks the spot where the pain is high
Where the tears of the river in your heart have run dry
Past memories resurfacing
As hard as you try you can't get rid of em
What once was can never be again
Things are different
Bitterness remains
That's why everytime you say his name, it's as if you're spitting out sour grapes
my EX James, John, Tom, Ben, Alex, Matt, Tyrone, Eli, Sam
all of them, the same
Too much work, too much game
All is fair in love and war
You thought you'd won the battle but you were wrong
And now you're back to square one
Ex marks the spot
Locates the source of pain
As though it's a pot of gold
Treasures of old, once enriching your life
Now trying to hold you down
Tryna put back your frown
And this is why you must guard your heart
Recruit the finest soldier
The Prince of Peace
Who'll fight and fought to the death to protect you
He's there for you, and won't ever disrespect you, cheat on you, make you feel nything less than good
Because you are precious to Him
AS a woman of virtue, you're worth more than rubies
And there'll be crooks and creeps
that will attempt to break in and rob you
But know that if you've got Christ within you
He'll unlock your door when the right man is in view
So seek God and find your value in Him
Don't fall for an any guy that buys you nice things,
And in your ear, whispers sweet nothings
Cos they are all that they claim to be, absolutely nothing
And you my dear, deserve more than that.
Ex marks the spot where the pain is high
Where the tears of the river in your heart have run dry
Past memories resurfacing
As hard as you try you can't get rid of em
What once was can never be again
Things are different
Bitterness remains
That's why everytime you say his name, it's as if you're spitting out sour grapes
my EX James, John, Tom, Ben, Alex, Matt, Tyrone, Eli, Sam
all of them, the same
Too much work, too much game
All is fair in love and war
You thought you'd won the battle but you were wrong
And now you're back to square one
Ex marks the spot
Locates the source of pain
As though it's a pot of gold
Treasures of old, once enriching your life
Now trying to hold you down
Tryna put back your frown
And this is why you must guard your heart
Recruit the finest soldier
The Prince of Peace
Who'll fight and fought to the death to protect you
He's there for you, and won't ever disrespect you, cheat on you, make you feel nything less than good
Because you are precious to Him
AS a woman of virtue, you're worth more than rubies
And there'll be crooks and creeps
that will attempt to break in and rob you
But know that if you've got Christ within you
He'll unlock your door when the right man is in view
So seek God and find your value in Him
Don't fall for an any guy that buys you nice things,
And in your ear, whispers sweet nothings
Cos they are all that they claim to be, absolutely nothing
And you my dear, deserve more than that.
Monday, 6 December 2010
Winding Down
I can't believe I'm in my 10th and final week of the first term of my first year at university.
It all seems so surreal. How did this happen? When did I start getting old?
It really has been a beautiful 10 weeks. Mainly ups but some inevitable downs.
I've met some sick people, and I've seen some sad characters. I've learnt a lot and I've had fun.
I've had the opportunity to watch some amazing shows, been introduced to some dope music.
I've been the advice giver and the advice receiver. I've become the lazy cook I always knew I'd be, which isn't terrible - I enjoy my food...
Things have happened which I didn't expect. I've been exposed to new outlooks on alot of different situations.
I guess I've also realised who my true true friends from back home are. Although, I think I knew that already.
I've learned things about myself which I don't like, and things which I do.
I've experienced God in a beautiful way and been more appreciative for everything.
It's only Monday and the last week of term has already been so interesting. It's as if the kettle has been boiling for 9 weeks and now suddenly, the steam is rushing out violently and it's a bit overwhelming.
Emotions are running high. Group dynamics are shifting. Relationships are changing.
And I, I'm just sitting back and observing I suppose.
I'm feeling good though. I know for a surefire fact that I'm here for a reason and there's something that I have to do and for whatever it is, I am super excited. I'm grateful for all the people that God has brought into my life and also the people that He has surreptitiously taken out. The way God's got me man. Hey. It's amazing.
Right now, it's a Philippians 1:6 ting. This is just the beginning.
It all seems so surreal. How did this happen? When did I start getting old?
It really has been a beautiful 10 weeks. Mainly ups but some inevitable downs.
I've met some sick people, and I've seen some sad characters. I've learnt a lot and I've had fun.
I've had the opportunity to watch some amazing shows, been introduced to some dope music.
I've been the advice giver and the advice receiver. I've become the lazy cook I always knew I'd be, which isn't terrible - I enjoy my food...
Things have happened which I didn't expect. I've been exposed to new outlooks on alot of different situations.
I guess I've also realised who my true true friends from back home are. Although, I think I knew that already.
I've learned things about myself which I don't like, and things which I do.
I've experienced God in a beautiful way and been more appreciative for everything.
It's only Monday and the last week of term has already been so interesting. It's as if the kettle has been boiling for 9 weeks and now suddenly, the steam is rushing out violently and it's a bit overwhelming.
Emotions are running high. Group dynamics are shifting. Relationships are changing.
And I, I'm just sitting back and observing I suppose.
I'm feeling good though. I know for a surefire fact that I'm here for a reason and there's something that I have to do and for whatever it is, I am super excited. I'm grateful for all the people that God has brought into my life and also the people that He has surreptitiously taken out. The way God's got me man. Hey. It's amazing.
Right now, it's a Philippians 1:6 ting. This is just the beginning.
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