Tongue Tied.

Tongue Tied.

It is time.
That time again.
To make a choice.
That choice that will change things.
Will change you.
And yet feels so familiar.
Stacking toy blocks high.
Without cement.
So when they fall.
They can be built again.
Possibly in some other form.
Different.
If not exactly the same.
The chance of falling down again.
To be made a new.
A child without the skills.
May never lay stable foundations.
Unless they learn to grow.
Can I grow beyond myself by merely standing still?
Or through perpetual motion?
Full system restore.
Back to the time when time's concept was learning to toddle.
Will it feel the same with aged legs?
To learn again.
By Moving on.
Or by sheer avoidance.
All that existed lay wasted.
Neglected like an infant temper tantrum
Within a crowded place.
Shall I strike the baby.
With hope that fear will cease the spectacle?
Yet in all fairness will cause no resolve.
But turmoil beyond conditioning.
The problem can be solved.
Although a time consuming task.
May enlighten those unsure of their own past.
And change the way it can be seen today.
Craft tools that can sustain a life.
And nurture all that are subdued.
Proving that not all who frighten you.
Deserve to be abused.
Time has told me.
Change lay open to interpretation.
And can adapt to the most unforeseeable of forms.
If orange hid within apple’s skin.
Would the taste disgust or allure?
To expect that which is unlabeled.
Would be to lead a boundless life.
Choices may flow against the tide.
Scale uncharted territory.
And fashion a way through fire.
Through battle will provide.
A haeven to reside.
Yet there is nowhere to hide.
To shield what lives inside.

Tic Toc.

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A Nice day for a White Wedding

It was announced on November 16^th, 2010 a momentous occasion would proceed. I mean of course the marriage of Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, to the present Catherine Middleton (A.K.A The Duchess of Cambridge). I’m not sure if you have been following the Royal Wedding’s proceedings via ‘The Royal Channel’, but YouTube and other affiliates have truly outdone themselves in presenting Westminster Abbey in its ‘Crowning Glory’. http://www.youtube.com/theroyalchannel --It’s worth checking it out, even if merely entertaining your curiosity at the enormity of the worldwide spectacle.

America’s news anchors are gobbling it up, embellishing countless versions for the expression of ‘excitement’. How excited do they expect people to get? I have come across mixed views today to say the least. Some frivolous amidst the historical events unfolding, others fulfilling their 4 day weekends’ maximum of potentials, and some not even caring in the slightest! I personally think if being a true patriot didn’t only mean purchasing novelty items and waving Union Jacks in the sight of Royal figureheads, then perhaps this country could be in with a chance of sorting it’s priorities and genuinely bringing people closer within society; the phrase ‘a puppy is not just for Christmas’ springs to mind.

Having followed the live feed up to the point in which the couple’s opening vows were uttered beneath the beckoning ‘fear of the lord’ (as repeated many of times throughout the hours that followed), a question I had long wondered was finally answered. When the Queen is amidst others who are singing ‘God save the Queen’, does she sing it too? The answer is, she doesn’t! But she does manage to throw a weary glare to those around her, just to prove that she is indeed not amused! So, this one’s for you Queenie:  [The Sex Pistols – ‘God Save the Queen’].

(The opinions expressed here are the views of the writer and do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of the University of Greenwich - Ed.)

Clean Slate – Just in time for the sun

Detoxification from caffeine and sugar, the comforting trip home that ensures the luxury of stew and a bath tub and warm welcomes, emptied schedule and full suitcases; awakens the child of summer. For me, the summer marks the date of my birth; a time for new resolutions and prospects of adventure. Being a student n’ all, I for one hardly have the time or finances to fund such vivid escapades as often as I would like to. Fortunately, my boyfriend shares my optimism in wanting to explore unknown territory.

This summer, we set our sights on Phuket, Thailand. This is a picture of Phang Nga Bay, a small island inhabited with bizarre limestone formations that protrude from the sapphire shores. Many may recognize the bay from the (2000) film ‘The Beach’.

For some it’s about becoming more attached with the world, for others more detached with the supposed ‘rat race’ of the everyday shade of grey, in search for more vibrant colours and sensations. Wherever you are, whoever you are with, make it magical. And whatever the summer means for you, make it meaningful.

The song I wish to share with you, anticipates the soon to be vacation from education and the evil exams, something to carry you through your plight of revision: [Emancipator – 'Soon it will be cold enough to build fires'] (The title may seem contradictory to the theme of seeking hot weather, but it’s a song necessary to experience to go with the tide). It was fitting for our recent trip to Amsterdam City, a video documentation will be made shortly for your viewing pleasure.

Back in the day

This is the first of my blogs, and it’s being delivered pretty late, but better late than never.

This time last year, I was studying a combined honours degree of BA Philosophy and Film studies (two deviating subjects, I know), yet the unusual collaboration never failed in upholding my interest. I admire the diversity of choice available to all first year students, especially if they are having trouble finding their way. Although I enjoyed the programme very much, toward the end of the year I began re-thinking my options, and asked myself "what do I really want from this degree?" With the University's help, I was able to make a quick transition into a course more attuned to my personal ambitions. The ensuing placement at Avery Hill this previous September motivated my transition into the world of BSc Psychology. I have enjoyed meeting a vast majority of like-minded individuals, who seek the same interpersonal objectives and career paths as I do.

My first year at University was all about one notorious craze: ‘FRESHERS’. What was this all about!? I found myself being literally dragged into finding out sooner than expected. For some first year students, being away from home is a daunting thought. New faces, new surroundings, new routine. Not knowing where to find your flat door amongst what appears to be an endless array of identical buildings. Yet to be honest, not knowing is half the fun. I found myself frequently socializing with my flatmates, fitting into a steady learning curve amidst the nostalgic weekends, and making more friends than I knew what to do with. Slowly throughout the year I had settled into the student society at Avery Hill campus. Those I lived amongst, however dysfunctional the alliance may be, I once called my family within proximity. They let me learn allot about myself. Peace out HCM 2009.

So, if you’re ever at Sparrows Farm, put this song on request [Sidney Sampson – ‘Riverside’]...you’re bound to make some enthusiastic acquaintances.