Feature this.......

Welcome to the wonderful new blog - new look, and new (well ok just improved!) attitude.   This year we are going to truly kick some blogging butt!  Watch this space for regular updates, stories, gossip, dare to miss events and Hot Topics.  Plus we are now giving you even more excuses to stick around and avoid that list of 'to do's' - our Features section.

Each feature will be written by one of our fantastic bloggers so you get to hear about a whole spectrum of trickery, plus there will be at least 2 features every week meaning you can not fail to keep coming back for more eye dazzling, mind blowing reads.  (I am promising a lot - guys, see how much you have to live up to here!!)

Anyway, features will begin next Tuesday so keep those eyes peels - this is what you have coming:

Fusion: Up and coming boutiques and hot fashion picks, plus new designers to watch out for

Future: Comical stories, anecdotes & ever so strange celeb (kinda) interviews

Foto: Networking baby - how, when, why, who and where.

Freestyle: MySpace and You Tube music picks of the fortnight - new talent get those video's posted cos it's you he's looking for!

Freedom: It's all in the name

Fabuluso: Media Law and in the know tips and tricks for being a budding jour-no!  Possibly some write up's on media gossip as well - oooo!

Film: Fortnightly reviews on the up and coming film makers and films of our time.   What you should be watching and by whom.

We also have two new members to welcome - Free~speech (a scientific twist on graphics and visual art - innnnteresting) and Front Page, our TV insider.  Yes ladies and gentleman, she works for an actual TV station!  More details of their features to follow - well we cant have you getting too excited now can we!

Foto x

(picture courtesy of www.toothpastefordinner.com)

a lost creation....

no quotes, just words... in his dark freedom
Sometimes, there is a shadow, a shadow that once, I know would scare you.
It would follow him, taunt him, and quite often made him too afraid of what could be....I watched it. I didn't want to help him for he had to learn-painfully I understand, but he had to learn.
He always knew extreme fear, but never did he learn how it strangled him or choked him. Alone, he would reach out for what felt like the last breath, clench for freedom but was constantly reminded of a void that could never be filled, there he would be pulled back down into the earths crust. Perhaps he was the void in this world...And I continued to glare into his lifeless spirit.
And one day, contemplating his exsistance in reality, he pondered in his own dreams. He screamed out to his shadow, perhaps this was the very thing he'd feared the most. It was the fear of letting go, watching time move as his life stood still, feeling no emotion only emotion of others around him. He knew that the depth of the sea would drown him but he didn't care. He felt the harsh and abrasive fire that wouldn't rest slowly melt him away, the sky could collapse in and brake him, but nothing mattered, it only shattered. I couldn't help but laugh, a dark and twisted cackle overwhelmed me, and I contined to stare at his weakness. My time of suffering was over and now it was his turn. You burnt the deepest hole in my heart and unleashed the deepest of sins in your own world. Now it is yours. Over time, this shadow taught this lost fellow that fear is a control, that you have power and wisdom to see and feel and hear and heal, it is a dark reality, a lesson to learn in uncertain circumstances, something to force you into a state of unawareness, and only you alone can be a guide. A wishful thing was knowing that this lonely stranger had an inner belief, an embracing memory, a side unknown to even himself that suddenly became apparent. It's not how his fear suffocated and swallowed him, it is how he let it become his friend, not his foe. It's not about being scared and getting on with it, it's about being petrified and coping, it's not about laughing it off, it's about crying through it, it's about every tear being as real as the next, not every tear deleted and forgotten, not simply moving on but finding who one really is, and not what one was before, it's about timing, not reality, it is genuine emotion that strips your soul of any pleasent memory. It's about knowing, feeling and seeing that it's the end, not just goodbye......it is his acceptance of a best friend once found, now gone for his own regret, may he now understand what it is to love and lose the only one who you had any faith in. Forever may you, my friend have your well deserved Freedom.

Words: Freedom

Me

All that I am and all that I have.....

So I have been writing creatively for several years, it is what I know and how I understand who I really am. The words, 'All that I am and all that I have' conjure up the true depth to my creative side. It's a way of expression as we all know, as is Art, music and rhythm.

I would often sit in my room as a kid writing poetry that belonged to my inner self awareness. The colours of my soul and the strength of an ability that I once felt was a shadow of my own existence. I didn't know who I really was until I re-read what I had written down. All sounds very deep and a bit sickening to the outside world, but that is it-a world deep with intrigue.
I am a regular 26 year old lass who works hard (seems like even harder in these particular times) and gives life a good go at whatever is thrown my way. Yeah, I've had a difficult time throughout my young years, but who hasn't?! Times are good, times are bad, but what is important, is that as a person you manage to get through these times without falling to the ground.

I like marmite and tea in the mornings, a sunny day with the birds singing-not too early mind, I do have to sleep. I like to smile and think that smiling is, in itself an art. If you cannot smile at the games that are played in this life, then what have you got? Isn't life a game anyway? play it, you may win it, you may feel that at times you fail, but to actually get through smiling at the other end, really is something. Waffle waffle you maybe thinking, but it is all relevant in the long run.

I am deep, I am inquisitive, I am sincere and I am creative. I think that beauty is only skin deep, I believe that books are too often judged by their own covers. All that I am and all that I have is a hidden depth, a lonely sense of freedom.

Words: Freedom