Total Pageviews

Thursday 26 April 2012

Wedding cake-in-the-middle-of-the-road

Beacon Bay, 2009
I have a horrible friend called Furah.  Horrible in the sibling from hell kind of way.  I would have killed him a long time ago, if I was not scared of going to jail.  Furah is my brother from another mother, my gay best friend.
Get Together, 2008

Other people will go on, on how they love gay men and how every single women MUST have a gay accessory.  This is well and dandy, if you don't have one like Furah.  He comments on my weight, using the reference on how he became friends with me because I was so FABULOUSLY thin.  Well our latest prickly pear issue is marriage.  He will call or sms me on how he cannot believe he wont be a "bridesmaids" anytime soon because I cannot keep a man.   Given the chance am sure he would have married me off, to any guy that says "hallo" to me.


Naval Hill, 2011

That cake in the middle of the road would probably be mine.  I pushed it out of my car, running away from the toad Furah is about to get me married to.  Needless to say, its not always doom and gloom between us, we have been through a lot together.  From family dramas, our permanently broke varsity days, our first jobs, to owning our own flats, losing two friends, him finding love, and now we both studying towards our Btechs, his first and my second.  Living in two cities for the first time since we met each other is tricky, but no distance will break us up, I hope.  This is the one man who pushes me to be more, career wise.



<><>
<>
<><>
him picking me up at the airport: Easter hols 2012
Lessons from music

Emelisande.com
My favourite singer of all  time is Tracy Chapman, I was introduced to Tracy in my late teenage years, oooh the stories I could tell.  Tracy sings about the black struggle in America*Talking about a Revolution*, love*The Promise*, self acceptance, drug abuse, but in such a touching and relevant way even in 2012.  Road trips with my older sisters and memories that I will always treasure*that include late friends*, Tracy was always playing in the background.

anthonyfree.wordpress.com
Am sure at some point, every single person would like to write to their favourite singer telling them how much a certain song changed their lives.  How it felt to know you don't share certain feelings alone.  Every human being likes a sense of belonging...this sometimes we may not find in our families or friends, but music can provide that temporary haven.   

Adele, the first time I heard HOMETOWN GLORY, I literally danced like nobody was watching.  It was love at first hear in our case*chuckles*. My favourite girl of the moment has to be Emeli Sande, bless the person who introduced me to this woman.  I heard SUITCASE last week.  Its hard to find "good music" of late in the times of Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry, where sex sells more than the content.  I have nothing in control at the moment, I feel like am in a rat race I don't want to be part of anymore.  These three women are  my solace.  LONG LIVE GOOD MUSIC...

Wednesday 18 April 2012

It is a poor idea to lie to yourself,

Think Pamela Anderson, Demi Moore, very expensive lies, went as far as buying it, temporary youth.   Think more local, Helen Zille, a bit of botox to remove the "lines".  NOW think you.

How many lies did you tell yourself just in order for you to get out of bed this morning?  The title did not say its wrong to lie to oneself, but a POOR idea to do so.  I  lied to myself in order to come in today, well its Wednesday, we don't usually have class, but Nirvana said we should come in.  I was lazy to get up, I said to myself what if she gives us free marks for attending because some people wont?  Of course she did not give us marks*rolling eyes*!!!!  This was very POOR lying on my part, because I am supposed to come to class. 

Each to his own, we live in such horrible times, not lying to ourselves would be very stressful.  We live in a country with the highest crime and rape rate, and we still say:  WELL ITS NOT AS BAD AS IN ZIMBABWE, however this statement does not make us any more safer, but it makes falling asleep a bit easier.  So I say go ahead lie to yourself, just don't blame anyone when it backfires.  Pamela did  remove the silicons, Demi got divorced, Helen*clears throat* well Helen is still old and I came to class for nothing*wink*.



fanpop.com

PRO-crastination gone wrong.





Back to school, back to reality*as that irritating CNA advertisment used to go*...so the Easter break flew by as per anything that is fun in life, whoosh it went by.

Now Ive come back with an extra mellow attitude that is making me so unproductive, that I cant even scream myself back to reality.  Feels like I smoked something green, illegal that is normally associated with*side eyes*the Marley family.  I am walking around with a huge grin, and happily stuffing my face.  My mind is playing tricks on me, evil, mean tricks...last term I was stressed and was not productive, this term am calm and I am still not delivering.  There is no Wi-fi at Res for the past few days, the Internet gods have frowned upon me as well.  I should be panicking, running around like a headless chicken but am not.  Is this a mild case of self-sabotage? 

So as I write this post, am irritated, still not productive by the way, no ounce of creativity as luck would have it.  Am not having a bad week, but am clearly shooting myself in the foot, and the pain is taking too long to register*mhmmmm maybe I smoke something*.  I hibernated over the holidays, so I am still dragging my lazy bum around.  Lets hope next week I will be kinder.  And nooo am not going to lie and say its good to be back, ha ha ha.

playing tourist in Woodstock

Tuesday 10 April 2012

The sound of one hand clapping

The day you open a book, is the day you will hear "the sound of one hand clapping". 

I was raised in a house where reading was like watching TV, you always had to be reading something. My Standard 3 teacher came to mind when I saw this title. When she used to read to us everything came alive, in her words, in your mind, with words anything was possible.  To the point I started wishing I could be part of the Famous Five or the Secret Seven.

Accessrx.com


I have read about meditation, Dr Nelson Mandela says its one of the things that made him survive his 27 years at Robben Island.  It was his way of escaping from the confinement of those walls and that Island.   Even celebrities like Madonna swear by it. The sound of one hand clapping is apparently possible through meditation according to Zen Masters. 

This is something I will never be able to experience because I cannot make my mind be still for a second except when am sleeping.  I have too many muddled up thoughts, I can sit alone, but not in my thoughts.  My mind is forever working overtime.  Maybe through reading that is the closest I will ever get to meditating, reading is actually escaping from reality to fantasy.  Yes I may never hear "the sound of one hand clapping" but reading will make me imagine it.

FATE or CHOICE???



inthemidstoftheplan.wordpress.com
Add caption
When I was younger, when a motorbike drove past our area all the children in the neighbourhood would run after it.  When we eventually found where its parked, we would walk around it admire it till the owner*which was normally a white man*drove away.  We would do the same with a helicopter that flies above the area, screaming in our high pitched voices "next time come get me".  We always hoped it would, but it never did.  This however we repeated tirelessly.  After the running and screaming we would vow on how we would fly or ride on a bike one day.  So far am glad to announce I have done both:).


Yesterday when I flew in from my Easter break and we were flying above the "poverty stricken areas" and driving past thereafter.  I found myself thinking, I wonder do the children in that area look up and scream like we did when we were kids?  Do they dream of leaving that life? Or are they so consumed about the dire conditions around them, that even dreaming of leaving is not possible?  Are the still rag to riches stories, am not rich financially, but I have rich thoughts and endless possibilities.

Besides, what we eventually become in our lives is it purely on fate or our choices?  Do you dream big and conquer even if you do not have the resources?  My "resource" was my Mother, the environment she raised us in lead me to where I am, but how much was my choice?  With no resources would I even be able to choose?

istockphoto.com