Lydia Rees

Talofa hunnies, if youre reading this then I want to say THANK YOU. I posted this specific blog on the low key mainly because i want you guys to stumble across surprise blogs like this. Once again, grab a schnack and settle in for a cute rant. The Eff in Effort 9 times out of 10, we find our selves getting bored and losing interest in almost anything we do. Its not an opinion but a fact, (well according to Lydia Rees). No matter what it is, a new job, friendship groups, relationships, marriage, hobbies, there will always be a time where you will get bored or lose interest. Where you get "sick of trying and as heartless as it is to say, I know that as the generations pass through, we grow numb to the idea of fixing things and rather, just throwing them away because its ëasier". *rolls eyes dramatically* Lydia would like to present to you the EFF (use your imagination in eff), in EFFORT! Everyone knows that the beginning of a new job, friendships, relationships, hobbies...

TUFUGA'S MAT - PART 2 "ITS ABOUT ADOPTING THE LIFESTYLE, VALUES AND MORALS..." a    s a c r i f i c e   Talofa Hunnies and Welcome to Tufuga's Mat Part 2. If you haven't read Part one already, I suggest going back and reading that first! Part one, was all about getting the tattoo done, but part 2 will consist of all the jazz, the ish, the dahdah that comes with the tattoos, the do's the don'ts and of course, the controversial side of things. Once again hunnies, grab something to eat or drink, and lets gets cracking! >>>.><><><><.<<< In most cases, if not all, the tattoos wearer had a choice in which to get the malu or not and so in saying that, they also chose to take the responsibility of having the tattoo (good and bad). Part of receiving the malu or a malofie is also adopting the lifestyle, morals and values of a Samoan individual, and often, for the modern day Samoan society, this can ...

TUFUGA'S MAT - PART 1 UNITED THROUGH BLOOD AND PAIN f o r   c u l t u r e  ~  f o r   m e  Written & Published : Lydia Rees   . . .  I anxiously sit watching and waiting for when the tufuga arrives and every little bit of movement around me makes me grow a little more weary. In the distance I can hear the sea crashing, the wind passing through the trees, the lady in the field sweeping up what used to be luscious green leaves which have now fallen to their resting place, I wait. My ankles press against the falas (mat) , imprinting the weaving crafts, folded legs that sat to make these mats for folded legs to rest on, lay on, sleep on, cry on. Flies fly back and forth, touching my skin, flying away, touching the mats, flying away, touching my back pack, flying away, heading in the direction a nearby group of onlookers , flying away, imitating the direction of my thoughts wondering aimlessly here and t...

LETS GET NAKED? "Can you see the difference between being undressed & being bare?" Written & Published ; Lydia Rees . . . Firstly I would just like to acknowledge and thank a personal friend of mine, Gabrielle Afamiliona for being behind the idea of this specific blog. Keep on grinding girlfriend! Before reading, please please please be advised that this is simply my opinions and experience. Feel free to message me if you think otherwise, or comment on any of my posts! I am open to a friendly discussion / debate where necessary. .><.><.><.><. Being in the most fastest times of our lives, it’s no surprise that the definition of words have evolved to suit the generations that have passed through. For example, the word " lit " originally meant "set alight", and "swag" was an easy-to- carry sleeping bag and not an adjective that meant "cool" etc. And so a word like “naked” simply means ...

SUPERWOMAN ...couldn't make me float high in the sky but her pride sat on shoulder, lifting me higher than the furthest cloud..." Written and Published ; Lydia Rees ______________________________________________________ Growing up, one of my favourite things to do was to binge on Saturday morning comics while snugged up in the biggest blanket in the world,on the sofest couch known to man kind. Aside from the bright colours and the crazy action, what I loved the most was how the good characters always came out on top and never let their circumstances define them. When life slowly made an entrance, and you are forced to put fictional characters in your back pocket but soon, you realise that the people around you all share similar traits and values as your favourite characters. Comics were only comics, superheroes were only superheros , all made up and pretend, until I met superwoman, in real life. Unfortunately, she didn't wear a cape. She didn't wear a s...

BON VOYAGE 2017 Hello 2018, how ya doing?   Bass Point Shellharbour - Sydney Australia Finally 2017 can take a seat at the back of the bus next to 2016 &2015 ; while we make room for our newest member, 2018. For me, 2017 was such an amazing year and if  I had to sum up my year in a few words, they would be acceptance, understanding, and growth . Hopefully 2017 treated you well and that it allowed you to understand more about yourself. Acceptance Red Sands - Shellharbour - Sydney Australia This word alone is ambiguous because its comes across as ïs she accepting something that has happened "or is it "does she feel accepted" and amazingly, its both. I have learnt how to "take life by the balls" and "make it my bitch". I have also accepted that everything happens for a reason and although it may not make much sense at the time, soon, it will. (That John 13:7 type of feeling). Being someone who always felt the need to be ...

  "TAKE IT AROUND THE BACK!"  ____________________________________ 23th November 2017 __________________________________________________ Talofa my lovelies and welcome to another blog ___________________________________________________________________________________  Today was my day off from my “office” job & so I decided to spend the day with my mum who is a courier driver. For confidentiality purposes I will refrain from mentioning which company she works for and which stores we delivered to. In less than a day, I went from being a respected front office staff member, to a dirty, grubby Islander delivering packages; at least that’s what I was made to feel like. I never knew that delivering a different type of service also meant receiving a different type of “respect”. Today is the first time I have ever worn anything high visi for more than an hour & massive respect to those that do this type of job day after day. Originally, the plan was ...