TheLookoutDiary

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UPDATE ON THELOOKOUTDIARY

In Uncategorized on January 8, 2013 at 8:15 pm

To all my followers,

I am truly sorry I have quit blogging….I am kidding. Writing is my life. I will never stop writing.

I have a new website. It will be updated as often as a writer can keep writing. The focus is still the same. I will spread truth, honesty, love and compassion towards all my readers through my perception of life and the significant experiences that occur in my life. I swear to never write words with no reason or be pretentious but only pure and honest with every syllable, adjective, noun and pronoun that is published on my page.

If you want to follow me on my quest for greatness, meaning and growth, keep following. Bookmark my new website, and I’ll see you on the other side.

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LONGEST DAY EVER

In Self Expression on October 24, 2012 at 8:15 pm

I woke up this morning 6:00am on the dot. Jumped into the bath, ate breakfast by 7 and left my house by 7:10am. I was heading to the Passport Office in Victoria. I am going away to Tenerife for five days during half term break. I left my house prepared and ready for action. I get to the train station and the trains are running late. I was going to meet my mum’s friend at Tower Hill station so I can get counter signatures done for my passport application. The train being late, gets me to Tower Hill not at 8:15am when I was expected to be there, but 8:30, half an hour till my passport appointment. I am rushing at this point, but I stay calm. I remember that I am missing an English lesson at college at the same time, only because I am getting a new passport on the same day. I hate missing lessons!

I get to the passport office, after getting lost in Victoria. I then got a free taxi ride, for 30 seconds. I couldn’t even position myself on my Blackberry Google Maps. At the passport office they search me and when I walk through the metal detectors, the guy searching me closely starts  making jokes with me about having metal on me. I point to my belt. I jump through the long queue for processing, and I realise when I am getting my passport application sorted, my photo ID’s are lost. I have to run to Victoria Station, get cash out, and take fresh pictures in the station. I take my pictures to the people at the passport office and they say my head is too shiny. I go, wipe my head hard, and take new pictures in the passport office. Now, I am really frustrated because of the long process and me thinking I would get to college at 9:45 for my English lesson. Let’s just say, it was still 9:30 and I am in Victoria, making jokes with the assistants. I go back, give my new pictures to the woman who is sorting out my passport and this time, my head is dry and spotty. Picture perfect.

Leaving the passport office, I am heading to college. I remember that this is the day when I am supposed to perform my poetry at the talent showcase at college.

I reach college, type up my poetry, sign it for authenticity, and next I go and give a presentation to my form class about blogging, the benefits and how the college can adopt such a lovely, creative, powerful tool for expression. After the presentation, I walk downstairs in the main building at college. I see one of the most beautiful, beautiful black girls I have ever seen. Of course, I raised my voice, acted confident and dominated myself and where I was. I caught her attention for a split second. Smiled and waved. I don’t know if I will get to talk to her at some point in school. Carrying on from my distant encounter with the beautiful girl, I met my poet/freestyle/rapper friend Pelumi, and go down to Tesco to raid it’s fridges for food for the day. I am a beast at that point, because all poets need extra water and food in preparations for a performance. Getting back, I practice with my poetry mentors and then off I go to the talent show.

Me practicing my poetry in a little French room in college, in front of other poets was not so great, but when I went on stage I felt invincible. I noticed millions of girls in the crowd and just went into it (the poem will be posted soon). I was happy with my performance. I got the reaction I expected, and felt like every talent and performance by all the artists today, was exceptionally creative and I am happy I signed up to perform.

Poetry allows me to open up on my emotions, become clear of my emotions like how blogging allows me to make sense of what is happening in my life.

I am so satisfied with my day, and I can honestly say college can only get better in time. *plays Frank Ocean – Channel Orange*