Showing posts with label DB. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DB. Show all posts
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Monday, 6 August 2012
Help Ex
Help Ex is help exchange. It's where someone who is travelling stays at a person's house [called a host]
and in exchange for food and a bed they work 4-3 hours at the host's place. Well we have a help ex at our house [our first] a Malayasian called Joyce, she came last night and she's staying in my room [I'm in Petra's as my room is actually the guest, hence the double bed] It's rather weird and I'm having mixed feelings, I mean she's really nice, but one does like the idea of having one's house to one's self again.
It's really strange, it's like having an elder sister or 2nd mother [and thats really queer if you happen to be the eldest child, as am I]
Anyway its really late, I've been posting lots today, I know and I am really looking forward to your comments;D!!!!
See DeadBoringders* at DB
*Petra's invention
Tiffany
and in exchange for food and a bed they work 4-3 hours at the host's place. Well we have a help ex at our house [our first] a Malayasian called Joyce, she came last night and she's staying in my room [I'm in Petra's as my room is actually the guest, hence the double bed] It's rather weird and I'm having mixed feelings, I mean she's really nice, but one does like the idea of having one's house to one's self again.
It's really strange, it's like having an elder sister or 2nd mother [and thats really queer if you happen to be the eldest child, as am I]
Anyway its really late, I've been posting lots today, I know and I am really looking forward to your comments;D!!!!
See DeadBoringders* at DB
*Petra's invention
Tiffany
Monday, 30 July 2012
Testimony of a perivous non-writer
Did you know that I didn't always write? That writing is actually pretty new to me?Well it is.
I always knew I could write, Mum had always said I had a talent for it.I didn't really start with writing though.I remember telling stories, the earliest I can recall was making up a story about a girl who had a jewel, or treasure hidden somewhere and there was all these different things she had to push to get it.That was told at the Lake Daniel's tramp, and a boy heard and he really liked it [boys liking girls stories?]So I guess it was pretty good.
Of course there was DB but though that slowly improved my writing I didn't get any sudden inspirations that sent me leaping about for paper.
I've tried writing in diaries but I can't really stand them, too boring.
I've had private writing lesson but though they helped I forgot most of what I learned.
It changed one night forever and for good.That was the night I confessed my sins [with many a tear] and became a Christian, I was 12.That was the first night I remember scribbling pages and pages of praises in what I call my "God book".
After I got baptized a friend and I had it on our hearts to write for the young girls we knew my reason? So they would have a better start than I did to be more informed than I was.So I started writing.I can't remember what I wrote in the first issue of Jewels of Jesus [JOJ]
but what I do know is that every time after I've written something I've been challenged in my walk with God often for a short time afterward ingnoring Him.
But I've noticed my stories have gotten better, I don't know what you think, but on top of all the writing studying I've done , at that moment when I get an inspiration all that is forgotten I see what is happening before my eyes and I try and describe what I see as best as I can.But I have to be writing or the story moves on without me. So that is how I write, ask Esther ;D. I got to go now.
Miss Tiffany
I always knew I could write, Mum had always said I had a talent for it.I didn't really start with writing though.I remember telling stories, the earliest I can recall was making up a story about a girl who had a jewel, or treasure hidden somewhere and there was all these different things she had to push to get it.That was told at the Lake Daniel's tramp, and a boy heard and he really liked it [boys liking girls stories?]So I guess it was pretty good.
Of course there was DB but though that slowly improved my writing I didn't get any sudden inspirations that sent me leaping about for paper.
I've tried writing in diaries but I can't really stand them, too boring.
I've had private writing lesson but though they helped I forgot most of what I learned.
It changed one night forever and for good.That was the night I confessed my sins [with many a tear] and became a Christian, I was 12.That was the first night I remember scribbling pages and pages of praises in what I call my "God book".
After I got baptized a friend and I had it on our hearts to write for the young girls we knew my reason? So they would have a better start than I did to be more informed than I was.So I started writing.I can't remember what I wrote in the first issue of Jewels of Jesus [JOJ]
but what I do know is that every time after I've written something I've been challenged in my walk with God often for a short time afterward ingnoring Him.
But I've noticed my stories have gotten better, I don't know what you think, but on top of all the writing studying I've done , at that moment when I get an inspiration all that is forgotten I see what is happening before my eyes and I try and describe what I see as best as I can.But I have to be writing or the story moves on without me. So that is how I write, ask Esther ;D. I got to go now.
Miss Tiffany
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
For those who got a bit panicked
yeah,yeah, I wasn't at DB.On Sunday I got sick, the right side of my body went numb and felt heavy, I couldn't walk properly and I couldn't straighten my right ring finger, I couldn't think, or talk properly it was really scary, and I started thinking would I ever be able to move the right side of my body again.We were still at choir so Dad, Nick and Perrine prayed for me they all looked really worried, the numbing then left my body and went to my head [Don't ever forget to pray!Especially with other people!!] Mum came from home and we decided to go to the doctors because they though I'd had a stroke.That was really scary, people die of them, I was thinking this day has completely turning around, they were saying I might have to go to hospital, great again, already having flash-backs.It turned out to be hiperventaltion -common what a relief- some people completely freeze up.The simtims are similar to a stroke though.We went to Naomi's for tea and thats what I threw up.Felt bad Monday stayed in bed the whole day sleeping and reading.I pretty much fine now 'cepting a sorish throat.
By the way its really freaky knowing exactly what you want to say but it coming out completely different.
Tiffany
By the way its really freaky knowing exactly what you want to say but it coming out completely different.
Tiffany
Thursday, 19 July 2012
I decided I'd bore you...
...So I'll do just that. I've got choir tonight I'm a soprano [highest female voice group] I can [just] sing an A# one octave about mC, if that interests you, wait it doesn't and if you say anything is interesting in this post I won't believe you. I've sewn the elastics [that go round the ankle] on my pointes.
Oh by the way I can draw [ahem, only females in historical costume and mountains mostly]And I wish I knew how to put pictures on my blog, but'll ask Dad, it looks a bit bleak without them. I barely know anything about computers.
So continue my train of thought, I'm going to read my A night of characters for DB [to explain DB in this post is the best time I think] In short its our writing group and it stands for Dead Boring, see told ya it'd fit :), and perfect for us budding authors to get good comments and things to work on and hear others [awesome!] stories.
Ok I've got to go eat tea. I hope you missed the last line, because you were snoring [that might be a bit harsh] Ok you were taking your beauty sleep and are very sorry you missed the, end but when you reach the end again your in the place were dreams are woven.
-Tiffany
Oh by the way I can draw [ahem, only females in historical costume and mountains mostly]And I wish I knew how to put pictures on my blog, but'll ask Dad, it looks a bit bleak without them. I barely know anything about computers.
So continue my train of thought, I'm going to read my A night of characters for DB [to explain DB in this post is the best time I think] In short its our writing group and it stands for Dead Boring, see told ya it'd fit :), and perfect for us budding authors to get good comments and things to work on and hear others [awesome!] stories.
Ok I've got to go eat tea. I hope you missed the last line, because you were snoring [that might be a bit harsh] Ok you were taking your beauty sleep and are very sorry you missed the, end but when you reach the end again your in the place were dreams are woven.
-Tiffany
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