VIOLA’s IRIS

September 30, 2006

THE IDEALISTS - eNFj

Filed under: Quotes, Vee World — by Vee @ 10:27 am

So here I am surfing the net at the office on Saturday… always a good day to learn something new and especially through an old thought.

Sometime back in campus we were studying personalities & how to deal with each other in groups ie how not to strangle your classmate when working together on a project.

Anyway, I remember doing the Jung Personality test but forgot what it said about me so I ventured to redo the rest and lo and behold almost two years later my personality hasn’t changed… alas… I dunno whether to take that positively or negatively but it probably just means that my outlook on life is still the same. So I fall yet again under the eNFj group which means that I am a:

* slightly expressed extrovert
* moderately expressed intuitive personality
* moderately expressed feeling personality
* slightly expressed judging personality

The summary of that which is jotted down below. Would love feedback from people who know me and see if half that stuff is true… I don’t know if I want it to be but somewhere inside I sense it is….

THE IDEALISTS
The Idealists are also called Teachers are abstract in their thought and speech, cooperative in their style of achieving goals, and directive and extraverted in their interpersonal relations. Learning in the young has to be beckoned forth, teased out from its hiding place, or, as suggested by the word “education,” it has to be “educed.” by an individual with educative capabilities. Such a one is the eNFj, thus rightly called the educative mentor or Teacher for short. The Teacher is especially capable of educing or calling forth those inner potentials each learner possesses. Even as children the Teachers may attract a gathering of other children ready to follow their lead in play or work. And they lead without seeming to do so.

Teachers expect the very best of those around them, and this expectation, usually expressed as enthusiastic encouragement, motivates action in others and the desire to live up to their expectations. Teachers have the charming characteristic of taking for granted that their expectations will be met, their implicit commands obeyed, never doubting that people will want to do what they suggest. And, more often than not, people do, because this type has extraordinary charisma.

The Teachers are found in no more than 2 or 3 percent of the population. They like to have things settled and arranged. They prefer to plan both work and social engagements ahead of time and tend to be absolutely reliable in honoring these commitments. At the same time, Teachers are very much at home in complex situations which require the juggling of much data with little pre-planning. An experienced Teacher group leader can dream up, effortlessly, and almost endlessly, activities for groups to engage in, and stimulating roles for members of the group to play. In some Teachers, inspired by the responsiveness of their students or followers, this can amount to genius which other types find hard to emulate. Such ability to preside without planning reminds us somewhat of a provider, but the latter acts more as a master of ceremonies than as a leader of groups. are natural hosts and hostesses, making sure that each guest is well looked after at social gatherings, or that the right things are expressed on traditional occasions, such as weddings, funerals, graduations, and the like. In much the same way, Teachers value harmonious human relations about all else, can handle people with charm and concern, and are usually popular wherever they are. But Teachers are not so much social as educational leaders, interested primarily in the personal growth and development of others, and less in attending to their social needs.

September 28, 2006

APPRECIATION TO MY READERS

Filed under: Vee World — by Vee @ 8:42 am

This is something I should write every single day. Thanks to you who reads my blog - without you it would be me rambling on and on like a mad person… but then again… who says am not mad?

THANKS

:0)

September 26, 2006

MUPPET SHOW!

Filed under: Quotes — by Vee @ 11:58 am

Come one now people who remembers this show! Here are the lyrics:

ARTIST: Jim Henson and Sam Pottle
TITLE: The Muppet Show Theme Song
Lyrics and Chords

It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight.

It's time to put on makeup
It's time to dress up right
It's time to raise the curtain on the Muppet Show tonight.

Why do we always come here
I guess we'll never know
It's like a kind of torture
To have to watch the show

And now let's get things started
Why don't you get things started
It's time to get things started
On the most sensational inspirational celebrational Muppetational
This is what we call the Muppet Show

September 25, 2006

NUBIAN QUEEN

Filed under: Quotes — by Vee @ 1:40 pm

The Kingdom is Possible Because of the Queen… The King is the Sign…While the Queen is the Symbol…. -Warren Blakely

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FRED MATHEWS ART WORK

THE ROLE OF WOMEN IN NUBIA

BA’R'BYLONIAN

Filed under: Vee World — by Vee @ 11:02 am

In the New Testament, especially the Book of Revelation, references to “Babylon” are commonly interpreted as references to Rome or a metaphor for the power of the Roman Empire. Some anachronistically extend this to Europe or even the current world-system.

In Medieval literature, Babylon is often used to refer to Muslim Egypt’s new capital Cairo.

In Rabbinic literature, Babylon is often used to refer to the Jewish diaspora especially the Babylonian captivity

In the Rastafari movement and some other religious traditions and philosophies, Babylon refers to an oppressive political or economic power structure. Taken from the Biblical usage of the term in this way, for example Psalm 137, which speaks of “the rivers of Babylon”

In Kenya a.k.a Nairobi we have managed to take a word that had some significant meaning to many people and summarized “being a barby” to “someone who is rich and privileged

Who is a Barby really? How does one choose to whom they will be born and where? It is no fault of my own that my Mother managed to provide a better life for me and it’s from there that I’m to chart my path in life. I will not apologize for any advantage I’ve received in life…instead I will strive to improve my lot and that of my descendants.

So to all those that look at my well-dressed slim frame and disposition of advantage…remember this: You have no idea what my Mother went through to provide for my sister & I. You have no clue what challenges and ideas ail me day-in-day-out. I thank God everyday for the blessings I receive…and I try to remind myself that there are those that don’t have 10% of what I have. Most of all remember that as humans both rich & poor, we all face the same problems in the world and how we tackle them is up to us. Self-discovery is the painstaking process that is concerning me 100% right now…so I don’t have time to take in your self-loathing & insecure insults of me being a Barby

OF GREAT CHARACTERS, CONVERSATION, CUISINE & CAMPING

Filed under: Vee World — by Vee @ 10:28 am

I am currently torn between my workload at the office and cleaning up my blog…there might be a surge of new readers checking sometime soon (if they haven’t already) and I feel like a housewife who is unprepared to receive a bevy of unexpected guests some of who are experts in the field of putting one word after another in a tantalizing manner…ie Writers. But alas we can’t all be perfect all the time so…

I can say, however, that my constantly pampered body, was this weekend was subjected to some variety of torture called camping – something that I’ve not done in years… I don’t know if you can count camping on a beach as camping… but the paper-thin mattresses on the hard uneven ground that forced me to sleep on one third of my beddings, curled in a fetal position whilst trying to fight off the biting cold by occasionally massaging my toes that had started to lose the battle and began to die - surely cannot compare to sand, sun and surf that I got accustomed to. I was harshly reminded of the time we camped in Nanyuki – semi unprepared – and the boys’ tent didn’t have zips on both ends…so the artic cold wind blew right through their merger frames - while the ladies were 8+ in a tent suitable for a max of three…explaining the sauna effect that we were subjected to all night.

So there I was wondering why the hell I had agreed to skip all plans for the weekend to be in a place where I didn’t think I could fit in. I mean when you attend a Writer’s Summit…you best have something in your pocket in the way of award winning writing…all I had was this blog where I jot down ramblings and notions in tune with my constantly varying mood swings and intermittent bright insights that I receive when the moon is at the peak of blue; and a few poems that I only started writing seriously this year…So tell me again how I was to think of myself as a writer when the word Summit successfully managed to seduce a lot of wariness in me…I can handle the forums, networks, groups…but then Summit?? I felt it that we should have been appropriate to be all decked out in suits & specs at some full day board-room meetings trying to come up with a 10 year plan on the way forward for Writers…and not the relaxed atmosphere of good cuisine, company and conversation that was the EA Writer’s Summit sponsored by Kwani? and backed by the Ford Foundation.

I’ll jot down the things that stood out to me when at the Summit in the course of the week but for now I’ll just say the awe inspiring landscape, interesting characters, provocative discussions and free time to breathe fresh air and feel the sun on my back… made me come to the following conclusions:

• I have to start camping again…my love for the outdoors has been severely suppressed – by what? I don’t know.
• I have to pick up my camera again and grace my portfolio with b/w images of God’s lovely creations…
• I should start thinking of myself as a Writer…if it looks like a duck, smells like a duck and loves what the other ducks are up to, then…

September 22, 2006

RESPECT YOUR MOTHER

Filed under: Quotes — by Vee @ 8:02 am

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.

When you were 3, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

When you were 4, she gave you some crayons
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table

When you were 5, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest puddle.

When you were 6 , she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING!”

When you were 7, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor’s
window

When you were 8, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to
one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13, she suggested a haircut.
You thanked by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to ! write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, she cried at your school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to
campus, carried your bags.
You thanked by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing any one.
You thanked by saying “It’s none of your business”.

When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying “I don’t want to be like you”.

When you were 22, she hugged at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could sponsor for a trip to
Europe.

When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.

When you were 24, she met your fiancée and asked your plans for the
future.
You thanked by glaring and growling, “Muu! hh-ther, please!”

When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried
and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You
thanked her by telling her, “Things are different now.

W hen you were 40, she called you to remind you of a relative’s
birthday.
You thanked her by saying that you were “really busy right now.”

When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

IF SHE’S STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER. AND IF SHE’S NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND PASS IT ON ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR MOTHER, BECAUSE YOU HAVE ONLY ONE MOTHER IN YOUR LIFETIME.

September 21, 2006

HIATUS?

Filed under: Vee World — by Vee @ 10:39 am

I dunno where I’ve been… I suspect am still tired and just want to take a break. There are books on my bedside and friend’s bedsides that I want to read. There is all this new music I’ve not listened to… I want to do some jeans shopping! I mean nice, denim and fitting jeans; a pair of biker sneakers and a few t-shirts… maybe even makes my own t-shirts! I’ve been wanting to that… just get a nice small blank t-shirt and do my own design… So yeah I dunno where I’ve been esp. if I’ve not been doing the things I love.

Planning to move out at some point next year (first half) loosing sleep about the things I need, the money to buy them, the style i would want to decorate the place in. Currently transfixed on an orange, lime green and pink combination. But first and foremost find the place! Hm…

I’ve not done Capoeira for a while now… not cause i don’t wanna but because stuff just keeps coming up… I’m adding weight in funny places… thinking of taking up squash while I’m at it…

Anyway, there is an EA Writer’s Retreat organized by Kwani? on the whole of this weekend. I’m hoping to go and get refreshed, meet new people… and all that jazz…

September 13, 2006

SAUL WILLIAMS

Filed under: Quotes, Vee World, Veotry — by Vee @ 1:58 pm

Alright happy people I might be the last person on earth to come across his man but I’m overjoyed that I have… and as I aspire to one day inspire with my words upon a stage…platform or even at home…I intend to either express myself like this…or atleast learn from him THIS TYPE LOVE

September 11, 2006

WHERE WERE YOU?

Filed under: Vee World — by Vee @ 1:01 pm

In Malaysia they bring chinese, tamil, malay and english news separately during the evening. So there I was sitting in the living room waiting for the english news to come on at midnight. Then for a split second I saw what looked like a movie trailer… aeroplane connected with on of the twin towers in New York city and an explosion erupted…and to my continuous shock another plane crashed the second tower.

A part of me went like, “What the hell?” the other “Hm which movie might this be.” And for the next hour and few days I kept on praying it was a movie trailer but not to be… it was real. Someone planned possibly the worst form of attack known to man…I shivered & shook…and the day has been embeded in my psyke ever since…and I ask… why?

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