Lions and Tigers and Bears OH MY!

For once I am speechless... Well at least at this precise moment in time. Who knows in 5 minutes I could think of something to write about and I could write a nice long blog post. I can't think of anything to write about.

I could write a post about having writer's block? Seems quite fitting.


I remember when I was in school doing my GCSE's and we had these 200 odd pages of Anthology to revise and annotate and by the end of the year they were full of scribbles and class doodles and who knows what else; oh yeah actual annotations. Anyway, I digress. We went to this poetry show/thing in town at St. Georges Hall where practically every year some of the Poets from our Anthology lingered and either read a few pieces of their work or did a Q & A session. I was a prolific poetry writer at this point so I was really psyched to go (I know sad world we live in).

Dorothy: I don't like this forest, it's dark and it's creepy
Scarecrow: I don't know but I think it will get darker before it gets lighter
Dorothy: Do you suppose we'll meet any wild animals?
Tinman: We might
Dorothy: (shock)
Scarecrow: Animals that eat straw?

So, off we went to this poetry thing and all the poets one by one came out and did their thing then this poet (poetess? What is the P/C version of poet?) came out and did a Q & A. I was quite looking forward to seeing her because I like her work and someone asked her 'What do you do to combat writer's block?' and she said 'Nothing. It's a myth made up by some random writers that decided they were going to give themselves a rest', she mentioned that if a poet was a real poet they could write about anything through their own creativity; even to this day I can't decide whether or not she was actually joking. Could writer's block really be a myth? What exactly is it called when our brains can't think of the words to write? To imaginatively create our own little world where lions and tigers and bears exist?

Tinman: Um Some, but mostly lions and tigers and bears
Dorothy: Lions?!
Scarecrow: And Tigers?!
Tinman: And bears.
Dorothy: Lions, and tigers and bears. OH MY!

I love 'The Wizard of Oz' isn't it just a fascinating film! A wonderful case of the imagination stopping at nothing to go as far as it can. I mean, in her mind she even goes as far as to make out that the almighty Wizard of Oz is nothing but an old man sat in a chair not a big steam of smoke and hollow voices. In the end Dorothy is dreaming, but it all seems so real to her, just like when we are dreaming... When does it get to the point where we realise we are in a dream?

I think that's why I love films so much. Not the predictable romcom ones but films like 'Inception' and 'Pay it Forward' etc because they get you thinking. The writers for films like these must have seriously amazing brains, to meticulously plan every single little thing so that it all somehow fits together at the end. That's also why I like books, you burrow eyes peeled through the pages desperately trying to find out how it all fits together in the end. I love it when you get to end and you think 'Wow, I did not see that coming'. I need something to challenge my brain!

Brain Diverted; Just Like The Roads

Sorry it took me so long to post tonight! I was coming back from a dance in Leeds and no word of a lie the satnav took us the long way round which included 2 very stupid diversions that put about 20 minutes onto our journey! I was so ready for bed on the drive home but now I'm pretty much awake; which is annoying.

I keep telling people my brain is switched off today, but if it really did switch off I'd be in a bit of trouble. Confession time!! I never took Science as a GCSE. I know, stupid right? I was encouraged to do my own thing which was nice but in a way I kinda regret not listening to teachers who told us we should take Science even when it wasn't complusory. I know bit random but I was just thinking about the body and biology and how it all just somehow works. It's quite fascinating.


Another confession, I actually quite like football. I say I don't like it because apparently it's the in thing to not like football but really as soon as a match is on which ever TV I am closest too my eyes are peeled. I can't bare to look away in case someone scores and then they miss or POST! Then there are the corner kicks which sometimes end in a goal or a stupid kick wide somewhere and then the race is back on. You get caught up in it all and suddenly you don't know where the time has gone. I blame my brother, he's brought me up with football. He is definitely a crazed fanatic. I support England but they're actually really not a good team.

I read this petty romcom book the other weekend called 'Can You Keep a Secret?'; she goes on a plane back from a business meeting and thinks she is going to die so tells all her innermost secrets to a random man on the plane; who happens to work in the same company as her, in fact he owns the company. He also happens to spread all her secrets to the entire world. We don't initially think we keep secrets but really we do. Even if they are stupid ones like this one time I drew a smiley face in shampoo in the bath; just because, and trust me there are plenty more where that one came from.

But for now, I can rest easy at night now that I've got that off my brain.

Sorry I didn't post earlier but grr time is as time does.

The Rain's Came Down

I love the smell of fresh spring rain, it's so hard to describe the smell too, besides 'fresh'.

I am a bit of a history freak. I can't really decide which period I like though. I am stuck between Tudor, Victorian, WWII or Roman History. The thing is with Roman History I don't really research it or read about it much. But I was fascinated by 'The Young Victoria' and 'The Relief of Belsen'. I enjoy docu-dramas, but who knows why when I watch the type of monstrosaties that happened in the Second World War.

We really don't realise how priviledged we are in this day and age. And, no I am not naive, I do know that things like the Nazi Concentration Camps still happen today and Mass Genocide is still very prevalent, but the way it was filmed back then, in the 1940's; was incredible. I mean, the innocence of the reporters to have seen anything as bad as this before, and for the first time actually showing it to the nation, world in fact.

As I watch things like 'The Relief of Belsen' I pray that we will never have someone like that ruling over our lives ever again. I try and empathise with the Jews of the 1930's and 1940's and nothing comes to mind, complete disarray and blankness cover my mind. I mean they must have been so confused and distraught on so many levels, "What should I do with my life now?", "Where are my family?", "Is my house still there?" a million and one questions whizzing through their mind and not one answer is positive, besides the basic statement, 'I am alive'.

But then as I pray for that, I try to think of the wars happening all around the world; why we get so many immigrants coming to our country, some to escape religious martyrdom, some to feel freedom. I have clients that barely speak a word of english but somehow think that this place is better than the one they were in last time; but somehow believe that they will find comfort and solace in the United Kingdom. What is it we have that they didn't have at home? One of my clients has been married only just a little over a year, they met their partner at college whilst they studied in another country 4 years ago, yet my client left their partner and tarried to England only a year after they were married so they could live and find work here and send for their partner when they had the money. I mean what must be going through my clients mind to do that? What must be going through their partners mind whilst my client is all the way over here?


We all think we have to make sacrifices, 'oh no chocolate for me today', 'this tastes awful I'll just leave it' but really, we don't have to make the same kind of sacrifices as those who barely have anything to eat everyday. One motto my mum literally used to force on me when I was a child is this:

"BE GRATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU HAVE, AND BE GRATEFUL YOU HAVE IT"

Man! Look around you! I am so thankful to just have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat and clean water. I always think I could never be a greedy and rich business woman because I give my money away too much. Okay, maybe not to charities but I give it to my family because I have satisfied all my little needs, save a little and help others. It really irritates me when some people don't realise how much they really have, they constantly moan about how they don't like this or that or this but others even if they don't like it just stick with it because they appreciate it.

Help someone else today. Doesn't matter how.

Sometimes we walk around in a little bubbles and forget that there is a whole world out there.

The Willowed, Wandering, unWavering World

Good Evening,

I've been trying to log onto my fictionpress.com user for about 10 minutes, don't you just hate it when you forget your password. Then when I logged in the whole website has changed! I mean I know I haven't been on it for a few months or maybe years, but still... took me another 10 minutes to finally find out where my poems have been stashed on the website!

I thought I'd post a couple today. I've just been reading through some of my poems and yeah okay they're not William Blake or anything but they aren't too bad. My creative side seems to have hit a big massive wall that my brain seems to be too fuzzied up to pick at. Maybe I could write a poem on having a fuzzy brain? :)

...Hmm this one is actually quite morbid but I think the matter-of-fact-ness about it kind of shocks you to the core. It's not horrific or too detailed it's just a bit of a thinker; if that is even a word.

Report

His face shone in the midnight moon.
Highlighting every dark, wavy, brown hair on his head.
Just laying there without moving.
His body lay still and dead.

Eyes encased behinds his motionless eyelids.
The hard, gritted, pebble stone floor for a bed.
His bare neck checked for a simmering pulse.
Yesterday's clothes; a blue worn crumpled jacket,

The red t-shirt to match,
Black, metal and leather at his waistline,
Holding up his wrinkled fading blue jeans.
Trainers disappeared maybe stolen in the night.

His mucky, soiled, barely white socks showing with a hole.
A deep red pool of blood lay by his dishevelled face.
The yellow tape guarding his body.
His body outlined with a white marker.

Flashes of light flickering here and there.
The world around him in darkness.
His mother and father stood behind the lines
Distraught with anger, upset and fear.

What is the world coming too
How can someone kill a young child
With dreams, inventions and possibilities
Just waiting for them to happen.

~

You've Gotta Keep Pushing

Try with all your might
To push those feelings out of sight
Rise up your hand high
And say "I will not cry"
"To be me is to be free"
"That's the way its gonna be"
Don't let him hold you back
Scramble through that tight crack
Individuality…
…Is the source of all beauty?
Love and live and like alone
Try this till you are fully grown

~

So, tell me what you think? Good, bad, rubbish, graphic etc. I am not bothered. Let me know what you think. I thought I'd be a little bit creative today since why ever not and I have't done a blog post on literature in ages :D I love reading books especially those weird trashy romantic ones where the girl always ends up with the right guy and you know she does right from the very beginning but, you still have to read on to make sure that's how it happens.

Oh, 'The Kommandants Girl', was really sad. That is one book where she doesn't end up with the guy! And he get's shot. Which is bad and sad and just yeah really rubbish.

And it Just Keeps on Coming

Evening everyone.

Don't you just wish you could stop time, if only just for a second; a few seconds or even a minute. It's amazing how time doesn't work like that. It's amazing how nothing is ever the same as it was a minute ago.

I have friends who have busy lives; kids, jobs, callings at church yet they still manage to cram it all in. And then there's me; who finds it difficult to get up at 9:15 to make sure she gets to the bank on time... even then I was late.

Here's my somewhat longwinded and maybe confusing explanation as to why:
Those who have no time, make time. Those who have all the time in the world, waste time. If you're a busy person you use all the time you can find to get whatever you can done. Tasks that used to take 20 minutes now take 5 and the dishwasher handles the dishes whilst you handle the washing in the washer and when their both whirring away you feed the cats. Those who don't have to rush do those jobs consecutively not all at once. But then you get into the habit of it, and suddenly you forget how to multi-task and when your life gets busier you rush to deal with it.



I hate mornings, I just love the cosiness of my bed too much but when I had to get up this morning and I had to get out of the house I actually liked being up earlier and doing things. I could fit more into my day, yet ask me to do that again tomorrow and I'd struggle.

I used to know someone who hated wasting time, who hated sitting around doing nothing all day. But when that day comes for me, I cherish it. It's like breaking the rules a little bit, only you're not because it's a day off. My mum follows a blog/book/website called Flylady, which is all to do with getting organised amongst the chaos of a household. I know, I know, it's stereotypically aimed at those parents who stay at home but it looks like a really interesting website so I might start getting interested in it a bit more.

You do not want a mental picture of my room. It seems that my work life is more or less organised but my home life is 'Chaos' (notice with a capital 'C').

On a more fun note. I watched Limitless last night, about a drug that can do anything. It can enhance your mind; instead of using 20% of your brain you use all of it. It shows a down and out guy taking the drug then becoming an amazing man who does almost anything. But then the drug takes control of him and he could lose his life, and he starts to notice something about the others who've taken the drug before him, including his ex-wife who he was married to for a day. A bit of CGI and Bradley Cooper actually looks... kinda cute.
I'm going to see 'Beastly' next week with my sister, Bethany and Jeni. Should be fun! I'll keep you posted.

Psst... Also out this week:
http://www.4thought.tv/ (Particularly the one on 'Mormonism', or rather The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints)

Mayday Monday

This Bank Hol seems to have gone past a lot quicker than the last one and I was on holiday longer, so what's that all about??

I remember in school the first and last ever time I danced around a May Pole. I was in Year 4, I must have been about 8 or something. It was supposed to be a school show with all the years at the school doing it and all I can remember about it is that we did the dance completely wrong and all the ribbons got twisted round one another instead of around the pole and it was a big mess. That's pretty much all I remember, I haven't seen anyone do it since then; not even in films.

We went into Leeds today shopping for clothes, namingly t-shirts in my colour. I bought 6. Some just normal T's, one of them was really pretty. I spent £60 and I got a scarf. One of those with all my colours in it and it goes with all the tops I already own in my colour and the ones I bought today so I must have done something right.


I really should get my hair cut but that'll just have to wait another month. My hair is getting quite long now and it just would not do anything I wanted it to do today in the end I gave up with a middle parting in my hair, which looked SO weird. But we all have bad hair days right?

I keep losing my phone, in my house somewhere, not down a toilet or in a hot chocolate cup, but still it's pretty annoying when I can't find it. I know this post is totally random today but my brain can't seem to put a post together, maybe I'm having an off week! I need my brain to work! Especially since I have actual work tomorrow.

Have a good evening everyone!

Sunday - Day of Rest

Sunday is the day of resting from the world and a day to focus more on the things we should be doing in our life.

But nobody's perfect.

Church was good today, very quiet but very good and it meant that people who we don't usually hear got up and bore their testimony's which was nice. I got home and had dinner then kinda napped, for about 4 hours (OOops!) but tomorrow is bank holiday WOO! So we have an extra day off. Tomorrow is also shopping day YAY! Mum, Bethany, Aaron (My GBF) and I are going into Leeds for some Bank Holiday Bargains.

I am so outraged at my stupid old bank. I won't say it's name but a lot of people have migrated from them because they are just getting to the point of ridiculous! They are charging 5 pound a day!!! if you are over drawn I meant what?! So I said a silent 'stuffyou' and went with a new bank, where I have no charges and I actually have money in my bank account.

I kept telling people I had no money and they kept saying 'Budget, budget' well I do budget but my bank account used to just suck my money into the deep depths of overdraft (which is still left over from uni). Baring in mind I only work part-time. So money only just covers everything anyway BUT! Now :D I have pennies and I know exactly where they are going. It feels brilliant. Obviously, I'm not going to just abandon my old ship (bank) whilst it's slowly sinking but I'll keep pouring out a bit of water bucket by bucket each month and hopefully they'll be fine with that.

I love this long weekend stuff, it is a killer when you've got to change your sleeping pattern back, but I had a lovely week in Sunderland last week and I shall enjoy every last drop of tomorrow and I'll come home with lots of bags and pretty clothes to show you all including the jeans, shoes and necklace I bought yesterday.

Enjoy the rest of the Bank Holiday everyone!