tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355384772011-07-28T19:59:14.106-07:00Tina M.C.Freeth is a little blogger. Writer and self-certified Chinese 'Brummie' - Tina likes dim sum.Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-6021749418291467492009-10-27T11:35:00.001-07:002009-10-27T12:40:20.292-07:00

A Tribute to Tony Freeth (My Older Bro') 21st January 1964 - 13th October 2009 What can I say about my older brother, Tony? We were born thirteen years years apart, he was white and tall and I was Chinese and squat. We did have a few things in common, such as: a fondness for the Beach Boys and Adam and the Ants (he introduced me to 7 inch records when I was three years old), we both had names

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-20803284818355837992009-04-10T12:29:00.000-07:002009-04-10T13:28:52.499-07:00

It's Good Friday, a bank holiday when pretty much everything is still open. Gone of the days of being stuck in the house with provisions from the market to last for a week. I went to see my dad in hospital again, he's been there for over three weeks now with an infection in his urinary system. Apparently, it's a mystery. He's on his thrid round on antibiotics and now has a catheter pumping out

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-1761657740105205932009-01-28T11:41:00.000-08:002009-02-02T03:54:20.858-08:00

Happy Chinese New Year of the Ox! It's been a whooping six months since my last post and as I am unable to write everything that has happened in detail, once again I'll do a 'catch-up' post. I realised that I hardly ever write anything about yoga despite declaring myself a 'yogini' (a female yogic practitioner). I started Ashtanga yoga this time last year after practicing the more gentle style of

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-57643792302890043682008-07-20T08:32:00.000-07:002008-08-14T02:18:50.805-07:00

It's Sunday and I've done two loads of laundry, mopped the floors, emptied out the compose bin and cooked tuna and sweetcorn pasta for the dog I'm looking after for two weeks, she thinks she is human. Little does she know how it's hard being a human when you've been a goddess for a day! I'm back down on earth after a whole day as the most beloved Chinese goddess - Guan Yin. Yesterday's Silk

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-58652420036731106292008-06-10T03:35:00.000-07:002008-06-10T03:46:11.835-07:00

Must be patient, imaginative and good with their hands.GSOH and non-smoker essential.“As in marriage, the rules of collaboration are communication and surrender. Afterall, it's all a learning experience.”Syd Field - Screenplay: The Foundations of Screenwriting Title Page by Elaine Brambil Collaboration One: Constructing Tina FreethAs part of the National Academy of Writing Professional

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-85561816909019435242008-03-28T06:56:00.000-07:002008-03-28T16:45:59.314-07:00

I've been keeping TWO (that's right count 'em, two) blogs. The BLOGSPOT one which I rarely post to (and only really set up to boost the chances of GOOGLE picking up my website), and the one on my website, that I post to more frequently. I'm not sure if there is a way to post simultaneously, do one with my left hand and the other with my right? Can I kill two birds with one stone? From now on I'm

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-33411010850041800452008-03-05T14:04:00.001-08:002008-03-28T07:55:48.520-07:00

SO...where to begin. I last blogged here some time way back in 1957 when food was short. Oh, no that wasn't me that was someone else. September 2007 was the last time I bothered to write anything here and that my friends is because I was focusing on my website http://www.tinafreeth.com/ and writing for my friends' amusement. If you look at my guestbook on that site, it's all my pals saying 'well

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-76916140876655789652007-09-10T15:09:00.000-07:002007-09-10T15:46:51.047-07:00

I nearly brought home an asylum seeker. You've already got preconceived notions about who I might be talking about...someone with no real status anymore, someone who can't work, , you might have an image forming in your mind...what does he look like?There was a young man, twenty-three years old in the reception of my office today. I wanted to bring him home, give him my bed to sleep in with it's

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-1423678718780957942007-09-09T14:32:00.000-07:002007-09-09T14:53:50.178-07:00

Well, today I went rollerskating with Thor, God of Thunder...only kidding. I didn't hang out with anyone today, mortal or divine.I painted a little whilst the neighbours were quiet (for once). The kids have kicked the football over and I haven't thrown it back over the fence. I'm being mean! If I throw it back then the incessant thump thump against the wall will begin again and I'll go insane

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-85517951771434791412007-09-07T11:20:00.000-07:002007-09-07T12:03:11.730-07:00

Part III ate my noodles, the bowl held up near my face, my chopsticks swept the squirmy strands into my mouth. Kuan Yin placed her chopsticks down and let out an audible burp."Ah. I am satisfied. I feel so happy now." She looked peaceful and content. She placed her hand on my shoulder as I finished the last noodle."Nice?""Not bad, could have been more soy sauce.""I did not realise how much I had

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-33816036314671107012007-09-06T14:41:00.000-07:002007-09-08T10:03:34.547-07:00

Today, I went to the Bull Ring with Kuan Yin, it was her first time. She descended from a cloud that hovered above our meeting point by the Bull statue. Usualy, Emo kids meet when they're not hanging out by the cathedral, and Asian tourists are snap happy with their cameras smiling at Birmingham's very own sacred (male) cow. But today a mist obscured my view of the passers by as Kuan held her

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-91096308184910962382007-09-04T16:34:00.000-07:002007-09-04T16:39:13.346-07:00

Will I dream of oats or pitta bread? I've just scoffed down two flapjacks and two toasted pitta bread smothered in tomato puree. I had a stomach ache and instead of not putting anything else into my ailing stomach, I decided to add more food. It's past midnight and I've got the munchies. Wait. Not what you think. I've been no where near any illegal substances. I think it is a consequence of me

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-79036044805668713792007-09-02T09:54:00.000-07:002007-09-09T14:59:44.032-07:00

It's been eleven months since I posted my first blog on this here Blogger site. It all went tits up when they wanted me to get a GOOGLE account and it all seemed like too much hard work. I then proceded to lose the log in password, and then I didn't realise I could start a new account and attach the old blog to it. So finally after a few hours of mooching about looking for ways to link my old

Tina Freethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35538477.post-1160037431976505572006-10-05T01:22:00.000-07:002007-09-10T15:09:01.871-07:00

It's raining as I sit at my free second hand (but looks unsused) pine desk. I have to admit I rarely use it to do anything apart from keep my books and laptop on it. I had the idea that I would use it to create masterpieces whilst staring out at the green wonderment that is Summerfield Park, well without the drunk black and Irish men who happen to congregate around the diamond shaped concrete

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