Sunday, 6 November 2011

Finally!!!!!!

I realized that this is my last blog post for Media Studies 3 for the year and felt a sense of relief…but then I asked myself…will I ever blog again? The answer is not yet clear to me but I probably will. Not as often as we had to though.

So I just want to give a shout out to the #Smed11 group. Well done guys, we are basically there!! Thought the time will never come but we worked hard, made good friends and made even better memories. What an awesome year this was, will never forget all the moans and groans and extension requests, or the jokes and stories and the ‘getting out of work’ schemes. Hahaha lovit! What a privilege it was experiencing my final year of study with a group like you.

Now!!! Let’s go get our party and our holiday OOON!!! :D

Of all the forms of courage, the ability to laugh is the most profoundly…

Of all the forms of courage, the ability to laugh is the most profoundly therapeutic. Yes, things can go wrong in life. Yes, there are issues and problems to solve. But we have a choice. We can choose to become pessimistic and not see the value in what we experience, or we can choose to laugh as an admission to the fact we are not perfect and life can get the best of us at times. What a relief to know that no matter how bad things may look, a smile or a rift of laughter can begin to make the circumstances feel better.” – Dr. Gordon Livingston

Definitely!! I live on laughter and positive vibes (with good music playing in the background of course), as this makes everything seem so much easier and worth your while…and more fun. So laugh your ass off whenever and wherever you can. Most importantly, learn to laugh at yourself as well!!

Sunday, 30 October 2011

My Hidden Emotions – Sarina Adams

This week I came across this poem, and thought I will share it with you…because once in a while all of us feel like this. Hiding those deep emotions and keeping those deep dark secrets no one knows.

My rough exterior hides my true self; the anxiety, the fear, and the humiliation.
Like my sign the Libra.
It says I’m supposed to keep balance, but really what is good without evil.
That doesn't mean I don't have any feelings which nobody will ever see.
So I shall keep my hidden emotions inside, til the day I find someone whom I can share them with.
Thus the sadness in my heart will continue to grow.
Until one day I can either face-it or run from it.

Have a good one!

The statute of limitations has expired on most of our childhood trauma.

“No matter your past, change is the essence of life. In order to move forward in life we need to learn to live in the present.” – Dr. Gordon Livingston
This is based on the fact that our childhood experiences mould us to who we are today. Letting go of some experiences (bad) are difficult. We connect many memories to the things we do in our daily lives because we are shaped by our childhood and thus repeat what we have learned as a child, or avoid what we have experienced. Certain things have certain meanings to different people because of past experiences; they connect the meaning and feeling to that particular situation. I think this can happen consciously and subconsciously.
We must change our mindset in order to let go of negative past experiences. Even change in behaviour and attitude as well as choices can better our feelings and perceptions towards certain things, as this will help to get over things that bother you…but we must create the willingness and power to do so, because it comes from within.
When walking in the road and you fall into a hole, sometimes you struggle to get out. Next time you walk down that road and you see that same hole, cross the road and go walk on the other side.

Thursday, 20 October 2011

NOT about Chord Overstreet

I actually wanted to blog about Chord Overstreet but didn’t want to look like a groupie so I decided not to. All I had to do is post one photo of him and then BOOM!!! Full marks haha! He is literally too hot to survive on this planet. (If you don’t know who he is you’re a loser and must go sit in the corner)

Anyhooo, moving on!! So as I can’t think about anything else to blog about now, I will come back later and continue this post.

Next day…

Okay I am back now with no better idea than I had, except that sushi is the best thing since the birth of Chord Overstreet. So since we are technically already on our weekend, let’s get our sushi and our drink on and freaking enjoy it. Almost like a pre-party, cause we’re almost done guys!!! Walk tall, and say it like you mean it. Peace J

Only bad things happen quickly.

“Only bad things happen quickly, . . . Virtually all the happiness-producing processes in our lives take time, usually a long time: learning new things, changing old behaviors, building satisfying relationships, raising children. This is why patience and determination are among life’s primary virtues. ”
Gordon Livingston

Yeah, and if it’s not happening quickly, it definitely feels like it. Accidentally falling pregnant, that happens quickly right?? :-O haha! I remember when I was in my car accident, that happened super fast, and 2-3 hours later I was booked into the hospital. Now, I am trying to get rich, and that is a good thing ne?...but noooo it’s taking forever.

Seriously, good things are worth enjoying the ride for, which is what makes it so exciting. I know we get impatient, but how you get there is what makes it worth your while to then enjoy. Embrace the bad things and don’t take it to your heart, because there might just be something special coming out of it. So don’t be sad or upset when something bad happens, it’s normally just to make space for the GOOD that is coming your way.

Friday, 14 October 2011

Bryce Lawrence – Not so much!

What a joke!!! I know everybody has been freaking out about this guy since he robbed us from our world cup on Sunday, but I still think it is sort of hilarious bbbhaha! Anyhoooo, here is something we can laugh about and then leave the poor sorry ass excuse for a ref A-looone.

Something I found on Facebook which I though was soooo funny…“Bryce Lawrence quit his ref job after Aus vs SA. Started new job on monday... So his 1st day at Blackberry didnt go well...
Here is a link where you can download the voice clip of Whackhead Simpson prank calling Bryce on your phone – http://www.pod947.co.za/podcast/whackhead/Whackheadswindow20111011.mp3
 
Enjoy your weekend peeps!! Kapish :) :) :)
 
 

The bold and mighty forces will come to your aid

Except for the fact that we all believe in a higher being, whether it is God or not, I still think you yourself are the bold and mighty force that will come to your own aid. God is the guide that leads you to those choices, even your friends and family, but at the end you are the master of your own choices. You pick yourself up or throw yourself back down, you DO or you DON’T. You will decide on your own courage and bravery and in the end create and mould your own destiny, as well as challenge yourself to be a better you. The God and the forces within you will come to your aid.

Piccsy

Friday, 7 October 2011

LOVE

What is it about love that drives us crazy?? The feeling of being wanted and adored or the feeling knowing you have someone to share everything with? Maybe it is that feeling we get when that person touches or kisses you or tells you that they love you…you now that warm fuzzy feeling.

I think most of the time it is the excitement of wanting and experiencing love that draws us towards it in the first place, a junky for the chase of that cute guy or girl, getting his/her attention…the rest just follows as normal as if it is protocol, and then they live happily every after!!

Everybody (or actually most people) isn’t always that lucky, sometimes you must get hurt before you can find the right ‘one’. Just be careful not to make a game out of it.

The last lecture

This post title is relevant to “have you figured out the second head fake?” I am definitely not writing about that again so I will be writing about the actual last lecture…

On the day of our last lecture I probably won’t realize that I have finally broken free into the summer holidays, but am waiting on a long endless hard life of work (witch I might enjoy, hopefully). On the day of out last lecture I will just embrace it, enjoy the relaxation AND party hard!!! We all deserve it!! Nothing more to say, except that I am counting down the seconds.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Thank goodness for Foster The People

My new found glory and happiness lies in the lyrics and musical talent of these three guys. Most people are familiar with the song “Pumped Up Kicks”, but for me literally all their songs put me at ease and smack a great big mother f-ing smile on my face. I can’t help to shout along and dance like a crazy person when I listen to their music. If you listen with only one ear there will be sounds, beeps and bleeps, chimes and words you will fail to hear. I bought the CD yesterday, and haven’t stopped listening to it since. I can’t choose my favourite song, but it is probably “Helena Beat”. Further take a listen to “Call It What You Want”, “Waste” (Very inspirational song), “I would do anything for you”, and “Don’t Stop”. Guaranteed awesomeness!!!

Google Images - Foster The People Album Cover

Watch this space

Everything seems to be coming together, but just not quite yet. A few more tiny steps to go then I’ll get there. The place I want to be, the place I’ve been working very hard towards for the last few years. It’s still a vision, but I can see the silhouette becoming much clearer everyday. It is creeping closer and closer, as if it has a hidden agenda, and before you know it SUCCESS bites you on your ass, grabs you by the life and follows you everywhere you go. Great things are written in the books of those who want it, I want it. I don’t trend with the others, cause then I’m a follower. I just sit and laugh at those who do.

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

M. J. K

I would like to dedicate this post to a beloved friend, brother and son who passed away 5 years ago. He would have celebrated his 22nd birthday today, the 20th of September 2011.

Veels geluk met jou verjaarsdag ou maat!!!!!!! Ek hoop jy het ‘n wonderlike dag gehad in die hemel. Ek dink die beste geskenk ooit is om elke jaar jou verjaarsdag saam met die Here te vier. Ek weet jy kyk af op ons, geduldig, en wag tot dit eendag ons tyd is om weer ‘n lekker kuiertjie saam met jou te maak. Jy staan en lag seker vir al die dom goed wat ons hier onder doen, jy het ALTYD ‘n moerse groot glimlag op jou gesig gehad. SovĂȘr as wat ek weet, staan jy en drink ook ‘n yskoue bier en check ons uit soos ‘n reality T.V show. Jy beter altyd onthou jy word verskriklik gemis hier op Aarde. Jou vriende en jou familie verlang jou baie.
PS: Jy bly my pilot...to the left, to the left.
Liefde Marquerite

My favourite Cat in the Hat book is……???



I am very embarrassed to say that I have never ever in my life read one of The Cat in the Hat books. I went to Google it, since I have no idea what it is about or how many books there are. I do believe I recognize the actual drawing of the cat and do recall the name “Dr. Seuss”.

I was into Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Toy Story and Bambi books. Never have I laid eyes on this Cat in the Hat you speak of, but yeah I have heard of it.

I will make it my life mission this week to go take out at least one Cat in the Hat book and actually read it. It looks amusing, when I got to the actual web-site of Dr. Seuss they had this funky beat playing in the background and games you can play.  (I played one hehe). Apparently I have a gap in my education until I read these books.

Friday, 16 September 2011

The Power of Association – Collin Powell


The Power of Association is too real: "The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve. Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity. An important attribute in successful people is their impatience with negative thinking and negative acting people. As you grow, your associates will change. Some of your friends will not want you to go on. They will want you to stay where they are. Friends that don't help you climb will want you to crawl. Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream. Those that don't increase you will eventually decrease you.

Consider this: Never receive counsel from unproductive people. Never discuss your problems with someone incapable of contributing to the solution, because those who never succeed themselves are always first to tell you how. Not everyone has a right to speak into your life. You are certain to get the worst of the bargain when you exchange ideas with the wrong person. Don't follow anyone who is not going anywhere. With some people you spend an evening: with others you invest it. Be careful where you stop to inquire for directions along the road of life. Wise is the person who fortifies his life with the right friendships. If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl, but if you associate with eagles, you will learn how to soar to great heights. 
"A mirror reflects a man's face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses." The simple but true fact of life is that you become like those with whom you closely associate - for the good and the bad. Note: Be not mistaken. This is applicable to family as well as friends". -Colin Powell.

My mother received this in a form of an email last week and put it on my desk for me to read. I guess she is under the impression that I am associating myself with the wrong people hehe!! Only joking.

I’m not saying that you must judge people and try to be better than others. Just be careful who you ‘hang out’ with. I don’t think we realize what a huge impact the wrong person (especially one with a negative or know it all attitude

Why I have conversations?


I sometimes have in-depth conversations with myself, when I’m driving or alone at home. Don’t think I’m weird; I do this to get to know myself a little better.

I have conversations with friends and family because I love them, and there’s nothing that brings you closer together than a good old fashioned conversation. Taking interest within the other person, listening and caring for what they have to say.

I even have conversations with my dog; I believe he can understand through the sound and pitch of my voice what I’m saying and how I’m feeling.

I also have random conversations with random people in random places, like when I go out (if ever) and ‘get my party on’ haha. I like having conversations with ‘randies’, but not ‘sketchy’s’. You get to meet new and interesting people thins way, thus learn what type of people you like to associate yourself with.

Please note: There is a huge difference between ‘talking’ and ‘having a conversation’. If you are blabbering and only talking about your oh so interesting self, you are NOT having a conversation.

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Why is there always space for pudding?

Have you noticed that? Even when you are super full and waiting for you jeans’ button to pop off and your belly to drop to the ground, you always have left over space for dessert. I do that, my friends do that, and my family too. I suppose there are many more of you who also after stuffing your face and begging for mercy, you still grab that chocolate cake, ice cream or brownie when all the food is gone.

I just did that now. Telling my family that I can’t eat one more bite or I’m tickets and they will have to take me to the hospital. The next thing I knew there was Ferrero Rocher and other chocolates in front of my green, ready to blow up face. Then, there I was with a chocolate ball eating it with ease AND enjoying it.

So, this is my theory.

You have your stomach, and when you eat food (not pudding) it fills up your tummy and you feel full…BUT!! You have this little empty pocket or bag hanging right next to your stomach made especially for dessert or sweets, and when the right time comes, the pudding goes there. Thus you will always have more than enough room for your dessert never mind how much you had to eat. J

Bucket list – 100 things to do before you die?

I don’t have 100 things what I want to do before I die, but I do have a few things I want to do that will mean the world to me. It will contribute to make my life feel meaningful and worth living.

And then I have a few fun things as well…

  1. Take over the world!!! (hehe)
  2. Work with animals
  3. Establish my own business to work with, save and protect all animals
  4. Travel the world
  5. Shopping in Paris
  6. Spend at least R50 000 in one day on clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry, underwear, make-up, massages, pedi and mani, hairdo, hats, swimwear and fancy smancy things. You get the picture.
  7. Shark cage diving
  8. Run a marathon
  9. Cycle a marathon
  10. Ride a camel
  11. Ride a elephant
  12. Own a lama
  13. Roller Blade in a mall
  14. Kiss a random person out of the blue in a random place
  15. Fly a helicopter (Be the pilot)
  16. Drink a Flaming Lamborghini
  17.  Pick crops with the natives
  18. Party non-stop for 2 weeks ( I mean like from sunrise until sunrise)
  19. Go to a spa in Hawaii with a Pina Colada in the one hand and a Strawberry Daiquiri in the other
  20. Eat a whole jar of Nutella in one go
  21. Stalk your favourite rugby player until he takes you on a date
  22. Steal something in a Casino
  23. “Try” to win the lottery
  24. Buy yourself a new car – CASH
  25. Own various kind on animals (dogs, cats, chicken, rabbits, turtles, birds, fish, a lama, bucks, and a chameleon living in your back garden
  26. Swim naked in the ocean (preferably at night)
  27. Prank call a famous person
  28. Don’t be fat when you die – so stay thin
  29. Do a photography course
  30. Do a animal behaviour course
  31. Do a wine course
  32. Cut your hair boyish short – at least once
  33. Go visit a mosque
  34. Go to a gay club
  35. Go to a strip club – at least once in your life you have to
  36. Swim with a dolphin
  37. Grow a herb garden
  38. Audition for Idols – nooooooot!!!
  39. Try to include a friend (best friend) in most of these if possible
  40. Live your dreams

This is all of the things I have on my list for now. This is for real, and I am definitely going to do all of these things. Maybe with time my list will get even longer.

This post actually made me realize all the things I still want to do, I didn’t realize there were so many. Like roller blading in a mall…that is something I have though about many times. I can’t wait to do that, and then they throw me out of the mall and ban me for life. Yeah!!

Friday, 2 September 2011

Ring-Ring Aaaaaah!!

This post is random and definitely pointless.

I really badly dislike a landline telephone. Whenever it rings I just yell…MAAAAAMMA!! PAAAAAPPA!! TELEFOON LUI!!...and then I ignore it.

I don’t like getting up to answer it and I definitely don’t like spending to much time on it, because I was obviously busy with something before you phoned. You also can’t see who is phoning and maybe it is someone you don’t want to talk to. Sometimes I tell my parents if it is for me they should tell the person I am not home, but they never do because they say they aren’t going to lie for me hahaha.

Why do you think I have a cellphone, if you are looking for me you can contact me via i-cell-u-lar a thank a you!! Like when I’m still in bed, my cell is right next to me so it is literally just an arm movement away. P-p-p-please don’t make me get out of my warm bed.

PS: Guess what?? Just as I finished this post the phone rang. I thought I was going to throw it against the wall. It was mocking me, dammit.

My big fat BIG dream

Most of you already know this so I don’t really see the point of blogging about it again, but it is a great big fat BIG dream of mine. I will do anything I possibly can in my future to live out this dream. It is the most important thing to me after my family and my very close friends.

If you hadn’t guessed it by now, my huge, gigantic, enormous, great big fat dream is to work with animals. Yes!!! If you know me you probably had it right from the start. My passion, not just my dream is to work with and save animals for the rest of my life. To go with that I would like to find the creepy, dirty low life humans who abuse any kind of animal and lock them up for life. I want to poach the poachers and save the rhino’s!!!! I want to free the lions and let the dolphins and sharks ride the waves in peace forever. The dogs and cats that stay with their owners even when mistreated, I want to give them a home.

My friend and I are planning on buying a farm to house all homeless and abused pets, and to provide them with a sweet loving and caring home. I know there are thousands of homeless and abused animals out there, but luckily there are many people like me out there willing to lend a helping hand. I know I am not alone.

Thus I want to be involved with house pets and wild life. I literally freak out when I go to visit a bird park or an animal sanctuary, and jump up and down like a little girl. I know I will always get that ‘feel good feeling’ for the rest of my life when I live my BIG FAT life-sized dream!! Can’t wait!!!

Friday, 26 August 2011

Don’t complain about a problem, fix it.

People tend to complain a lot, everyday in fact. I know because I am one of them. How nice it is to complain about something, because it makes you feel better and gives you a reason not to do or go forward with whatever it is…but is only makes you feel better for a very short while. Then you start stressing about it again and start to complain from scratch.

One thing we love doing except complaining, is to not fix the problem or thing we complain about. We just complain and do fokololo about it. We just sit and wait for it to go away or wait for some poor old good hearted human being to fix it for us. I think that is just wrong and shows us how lazy we actually are (hehe ai).

So next time you open that mouth of yours to complain about something, ask yourself: Have I tried to do something about it? If not shut it and fix it. Then you won’t have any reason to complain and waste you breathe.

Conventional is a good fallback position isn’t it?

Definitely! What better to do when you are out of your comfort zone to fall back onto what is accepted by society? To get back into that space where you basically blend in and you don’t feel like you are an outsider is great!! To have a routine and to know what is going on is awesome.

But is it really??

You’re not weird, everybody else is just normal. You’re not weird, everybody else just don’t have the imagination you have. You’re not weird, they are ordinary. What if standing out like a sore tit isn’t so bad after all. Sure you will be feeling the pressure, but in the end YOU will be EXTRAordinary and YOU will be the one everybody is talking about. YOU will be looked up to, because YOU had the courage to be different, to not just fall back and blend in, but to stand up and say what is on your mind. Even when people giggle and point, you kept on going.

You stood out, where the rest were at the back to scared to show their face. People don’t like change and they don’t like things that are different. So if you are different, people are most likely going to push you away and look at you with funny faces. There are only so many ‘different’ people out there. The ‘different’ people become the masterminds and the leaders, the decision makers and the go-getters, the people who fight and don’t ever back down.

It is not bad being a conventionalist, to have a routine or to stick to with what you know. Just try to take a chance every once in a while. To be different.

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Death by dreaming.

Do you believe that your dreams mean something much more than only that it is a dream? Some people say when you dream of someone getting married, someone in reality will die…or the other way around.

Well, either way, if you believe or not, what do you make of this dream I had Saturday night? When I woke up Sunday morning I felt rattled and shocked and very disgusted and confused – basically I was an emotional time bomb.

I’ll try to keep this as short as possible…(But it is quite long, so read it if you dare)

It stated where my mom, my dad and I were at an airport trying to check in under secret/false names. The airport employees bought it but told me I have to leave my dog behind. Before I could start fussing and make a scene they took Skollie from my arms and away somewhere, somewhere I didn’t know.

Then… (Completely different from the airport scenario)

The next thing I knew I was moving to a strange place with my friend Mariska. The town almost looked like Tokyo, India or Bangkok. Maybe a mix, you know, where everything is built so close to each other and everything looks dirty and untidy.

We went to a photo shop, I don’t know why, and found ourselves in the presence of a few strange men carrying a strange bottle with weird dark milky looking liquid in. We waited patiently at the counter for the men to finish with their business.

but…

The one man handed us shot glasses with a cocky smirk on his face that made me feel very uncomfortable. Mariska whispered in my ear that I must be polite with these men because they are very dangerous. She told me that they are murderers and rapists who torture their victims before killing them. She also told me that they kill animals for fun and that apparently they take photos of all their crimes and develop them there in that very shop.

My eyes followed the counter to where the men were standing looking through lots of pictures. That is when I saw it, all the photos of the tortured and raped dead girls and women. On their faces I could see the pain. Their naked body covered in deep cuts so that there is almost no skin left. The men were laughing and drinking their shots.

Mariska and I pretended to engage into a conversation, hoping these men would leave. The one guy looked at men, and out of stress and fear I asked: “What are you drinking?”. He just laughed and on his cracked lips I could see, the liquid in the bottle, it was blood, it was blood from all their victims. They were drinking it, making them feel powerful and in control. That is when I realized…they have my dog, they have Skollie. (I think this is where the airport scenario fits in.)

When they left I spoke to the guy that helped them, seeing on his face that he was so frightened of them that he was shitting in his pants. I begged and pleaded for him to help me and tell me what to do, because they have my dog and they are going to kill him.

Finally he told me that they normally go on a three week killing spree and disappears again for three weeks. He said that it just started again and that the only reason he is alive is because he develops their photos and shuts up. He gets to live because he is a coward. He told me to go to some pharmacy and that there is a lady that will give me what I want.

Suddenly I was at this pharmacy looking place that was actually also a photo shop, but there was a man following me. I knew he was part of the rest of the killing gang, but I just smiled and walked along. Then a woman from behind the counter called me and told the man she wants to see me alone, she wants to see me about womanly things. I followed her behind the counter and up the escalator. I waited in the door by the escalator as she went into the next room. She came back with two envelopes. Both of them had my name and surname written on them. I opened it, it was photos, and lots of it. They were more photos of the killing gang and their victims. I rushed to get them out, because I knew there would be photos of Skollie in there. There was!! Lots!! He was alive, but wouldn’t be for much longer. As I looked through the photos I came across a photo of eight rottweiler puppies. In the next photo they were all rapped in bloody towels, dead. The very last photo was of a man dragging a half alive girl with a bloody mouth and a broken jaw somewhere. She had a vague look in her eye, as if she had already given up.

Next we were at a woman’s birthday party. I remember her turning 27 but she looked about 40. I never got to see her face and I can’t remember her name. Again, those men showed up looking for their next target. I just started to sing “Happy Birthday” out loud out of panic, hoping they would leave. They shouted at me demanding more wine. I took a bottle with the intention of whacking him over his head, but couldn’t. As I poured him his glass of wine, not knowing it would be his last, the police stormed in arresting all of these men. The head of police came to me thanking me and told me if it wasn’t for me they would never have found the killers. He instructed me to go with him immediately to the men’s flat/hideout.

As we arrived there the ambulance was busy carrying their last, but luckily alive victim, out on a stretcher, on her way to the hospital. She was cut up, raped and bloody, just like in the photos, but the difference was…she was breathing and will live to remember it for the rest of her life. As I turned to face the front door of the flat I saw Skollie! He came running to me like a happy little puppy, but jumped on me and gripped me tight around my neck and shoulders, pushing his face into my neck and making these little moaning sounds. He was shaking, I knew he was terrified.

Luckily I got my dog back.

Anyway…that was a mouthful. I still have a lot to say about dreams, but I will keep that for next time. Just tell me…what should I make of this dream??