This world was so different with these eyes. What couldn’t she look into? Her home, the one room in the inn over Brelkis Pub, appeared akin to a foreign land she had yet to explore. She became enamored with the curve of the master’s sword and lost an entire hour to its brilliance. When she ripped herself from the odd dimples along its polished edge, she fell then into the trap that was Bastora’s saddle. How could a horse stand such intricacy upon their backs without once gazing to see how it had been developed?
I was a foreigner once, too, in another country. I don’t know what being a foreigner really means. I have always been soo interested in other cultures, but I would really like to know the way cultures form and coin the way one thinks. Is language THE thing which makes you foreign? And is my culture, where everyone’s considered to be free and I as a woman can do whatever I want to really better than traditional cultures which seem to be foreign to me?
racism racism racism. this whole word exists to justify superiority. you have to construct an “other” to be better than, right? if no one was foreign, no one would be better or worse. right?
The foreign men had a great trip to America. They enjoyed the pigeons, the Empire State building, and the MOMA. Then, they went to another foreign country, Mexico, and enjoyed the tacos.
Let me just tip-toe around this one here. Oh! will you look at that? We seem to have sub-categories. But now, how do I decide what is scary and what is exotic?
I met a foreign man today. He was from France. He spoke about American culture and called us vulgar heathens. His arrogance turned me off and really affected my perception of his native land. I had hoped to visit there one day.
We are like foreign countries to each other, or countries separated in a revolution – you don’t speak my language and I don’t speak yours anymore, where there used to be alliance there now is tension, and I fear the looming war – broken promises, lost souls, charred dead lands.
riding a train in europe. all over the places. oh the places you go. dr. seuss. who was originaly an adult cartoonist? for wwii? people with accents rock. foreign currency is something we reject.
There was a foreign lady who likes to poop on her horses face and she licks the horse she is a very weird woman and the foreign woman like s to even eat poop. it is very nasty, it smells bad too. The woman likes poop.
a new triumph, soldiers crawling over land, slowly standing, more slowly raising their guns. a wave moving through the fields towards an unmanned throne.
queen raising sand, bit by bit, watching the tide approach. blows the wind up and around, sandstorm, cold desert. she knows each face before it approaches, especially the ones she’ll never know.
I was a foreign woman in a foreign land traveling foreign countries. My heart felt foreign with him. I was lost, shadowed, just a cell in a land of membranes. I was devastatingly alone. The trees and the leaves all moved to the sound of the emptiness inside me, and thus, they stood still.
A little dell, wise word. Places beyond my years or fingertips. They take a little time, brushing through my mind. The wind of breath off lips that I’ll never know. But they know, I assume. They know all, these absent mouths. They close around themselves and make the sounds I find hard to believe exist.
Is always better than what you know. There is excitement and adventure waiting in the places, people, and things we have yet to discover. May something always be able to be foreign.
Foreign. Such an odd word, but I guess it makes sense since its supposed to describe the feeling of being odd, and out of place. Exactly how i’m feeling. Who would have thought that my own mind might be foreign to my body, that my thoughts hold ideas that I never would have thought of before I started college? Foreign is just one of those things that you don;t want to happen but just does.
Foreign fruits, like the durian and the loquat, are new sounds in the ear and new tastes in the mouth. Despite the globalization of food–the tomato in Italy, the potato in Ireland, the banana in the United States–we still leave so many foreign foods foreign to our palates and our minds. But this foreignness can be a new beginning for our cuisine and for our culture.
We cower at the strange, don’t we? Refusing to understand what we fear, we oftentimes mistake it for something unworthy of our time or effort. How many chances do we have to get things right? Do we submit to our own limitations, or do we choose to rise above it?
Foreign is this love.
love that has no mean.
love that is none,
what is foreign when love is common
what is love when foreign isnt common
why shalt anyone love
what makes one foreign
why doth thou shout?
sono io in qualunque posto e in nessuno… lontana da casa e quando sto qua.. da dove vengo? è straniero quello che incontro ogni giorno la mia identità è straniera a me stessa, voglio ricostruirla tutta da capo pezzo per pezzo, per non cadere.
Foreign is this love.
love that has no mean.
love that is none,
what is foreign when love is common
what is love when foreign isnt common
why shalt anyone love
what makes one foreign
why doth thou shout?
Forgein is off distance. Foreign, the opposite of home. People from around the world are foreign to us. Foreign is not bad or good. Foreign is just different.
She was new to the nation. She had traveled very far from her home land to America for all the opportunity it brought. She was very poor, but an amazing artist. Her parents saved all the money they could for many years so she could have a future. But she felt like just another foreigner. As she walked slowly through the crowd around her, she realized that she was no stranger in this melting pot.
an unknown factor in the equation. Not something to be feared but to be learned. Open up the curiosity in yourself and explore something different from yourself. True you may be hurt but it’ll be worth it to have learned something new.
This world was so different with these eyes. What couldn’t she look into? Her home, the one room in the inn over Brelkis Pub, appeared akin to a foreign land she had yet to explore. She became enamored with the curve of the master’s sword and lost an entire hour to its brilliance. When she ripped herself from the odd dimples along its polished edge, she fell then into the trap that was Bastora’s saddle. How could a horse stand such intricacy upon their backs without once gazing to see how it had been developed?
I was a foreigner once, too, in another country. I don’t know what being a foreigner really means. I have always been soo interested in other cultures, but I would really like to know the way cultures form and coin the way one thinks. Is language THE thing which makes you foreign? And is my culture, where everyone’s considered to be free and I as a woman can do whatever I want to really better than traditional cultures which seem to be foreign to me?
I am half Portuguese, so i guess i have a kinda foreign background. I like this fact. I love foreign languages.
racism racism racism. this whole word exists to justify superiority. you have to construct an “other” to be better than, right? if no one was foreign, no one would be better or worse. right?
The foreign men had a great trip to America. They enjoyed the pigeons, the Empire State building, and the MOMA. Then, they went to another foreign country, Mexico, and enjoyed the tacos.
Let me just tip-toe around this one here. Oh! will you look at that? We seem to have sub-categories. But now, how do I decide what is scary and what is exotic?
Hello
walking through dark alleyways
in search of lost memories
Being alone never felt so good
But strangely enough
things feel
Foreign.
I met a foreign man today. He was from France. He spoke about American culture and called us vulgar heathens. His arrogance turned me off and really affected my perception of his native land. I had hoped to visit there one day.
foreign countries, foreign tribes, and so on. it means from a different country. :( thats all i know.
They were in a foreign country.
Foreign! Mmh, thats more like it, probably among the more alien of words;
extra terrestrial
supernatural
beautiful
terrifying
love
cold
frozen
mysterious
forbidden
wanted
We are like foreign countries to each other, or countries separated in a revolution – you don’t speak my language and I don’t speak yours anymore, where there used to be alliance there now is tension, and I fear the looming war – broken promises, lost souls, charred dead lands.
i am from a foreign country.
foreign means that you are from a different place
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Yeaaa Boiiii :)
Foreign. From a foreign country. Ireland Mexico Europe Asia.
riding a train in europe. all over the places. oh the places you go. dr. seuss. who was originaly an adult cartoonist? for wwii? people with accents rock. foreign currency is something we reject.
I don’t know what that mends. If u know tell me on really.
Foreign means to be from a different country or speak a different countries language.
foreign
There was a foreign lady who likes to poop on her horses face and she licks the horse she is a very weird woman and the foreign woman like s to even eat poop. it is very nasty, it smells bad too. The woman likes poop.
a new triumph, soldiers crawling over land, slowly standing, more slowly raising their guns. a wave moving through the fields towards an unmanned throne.
queen raising sand, bit by bit, watching the tide approach. blows the wind up and around, sandstorm, cold desert. she knows each face before it approaches, especially the ones she’ll never know.
i saw a foreign old man and he saw a duck the duck likes to fart on cheese and they eat a lot of bread they foreign man likes to collect buttons.
I was a foreign woman in a foreign land traveling foreign countries. My heart felt foreign with him. I was lost, shadowed, just a cell in a land of membranes. I was devastatingly alone. The trees and the leaves all moved to the sound of the emptiness inside me, and thus, they stood still.
A little dell, wise word. Places beyond my years or fingertips. They take a little time, brushing through my mind. The wind of breath off lips that I’ll never know. But they know, I assume. They know all, these absent mouths. They close around themselves and make the sounds I find hard to believe exist.
in desperation they set out for a foreign land to escape the problems in the here and now
finding that even in a foreign country these problems are still around and then complicated by not speaking the language
sad state of affairs :(
Is always better than what you know. There is excitement and adventure waiting in the places, people, and things we have yet to discover. May something always be able to be foreign.
Foreign. Such an odd word, but I guess it makes sense since its supposed to describe the feeling of being odd, and out of place. Exactly how i’m feeling. Who would have thought that my own mind might be foreign to my body, that my thoughts hold ideas that I never would have thought of before I started college? Foreign is just one of those things that you don;t want to happen but just does.
Some people think I am foreign to the UK, even though I am half english. It is such an unwelcoming word, it is very unhospitable and cold.
foreign to where? The US? Spain? India? It’s all perception. None of us are foreign to the earth.
from somewhere, a foreign memory–
Foreign fruits, like the durian and the loquat, are new sounds in the ear and new tastes in the mouth. Despite the globalization of food–the tomato in Italy, the potato in Ireland, the banana in the United States–we still leave so many foreign foods foreign to our palates and our minds. But this foreignness can be a new beginning for our cuisine and for our culture.
We cower at the strange, don’t we? Refusing to understand what we fear, we oftentimes mistake it for something unworthy of our time or effort. How many chances do we have to get things right? Do we submit to our own limitations, or do we choose to rise above it?
Foreign is this love.
love that has no mean.
love that is none,
what is foreign when love is common
what is love when foreign isnt common
why shalt anyone love
what makes one foreign
why doth thou shout?
Me, here, there, everywhere. Not sure where I belong.
sono io in qualunque posto e in nessuno… lontana da casa e quando sto qua.. da dove vengo? è straniero quello che incontro ogni giorno la mia identità è straniera a me stessa, voglio ricostruirla tutta da capo pezzo per pezzo, per non cadere.
New and different
His eyes are luminous
His lips are lush
With hair so silky
Foreign and exotic
Arrogant and rude
Silly boy doesn’t know
What he would do
With a girl with an attitude
Foreign is this love.
love that has no mean.
love that is none,
what is foreign when love is common
what is love when foreign isnt common
why shalt anyone love
what makes one foreign
why doth thou shout?
Forgein is off distance. Foreign, the opposite of home. People from around the world are foreign to us. Foreign is not bad or good. Foreign is just different.
She was new to the nation. She had traveled very far from her home land to America for all the opportunity it brought. She was very poor, but an amazing artist. Her parents saved all the money they could for many years so she could have a future. But she felt like just another foreigner. As she walked slowly through the crowd around her, she realized that she was no stranger in this melting pot.
an unknown factor in the equation. Not something to be feared but to be learned. Open up the curiosity in yourself and explore something different from yourself. True you may be hurt but it’ll be worth it to have learned something new.